#i am a beams fan first and everything else second

[wlntrsldler]

now i see daylight | part ii: treacherous

song: treacherous by taylor swift

series description: set after lust conquers all, jamie returns to richmond and takes accountability for treating you like shit.

warnings: language-- it's ted laso, what did ya expect?; bff!sam, touch starved jamie and reader, A LOT OF ALCOHOL, richmond himbos

pairing: jamie tartt x f! reader

word count: 2054 words

series masterlist | main masterlist

When the whistle was blown for full time, the cheers in the arena were deafening. You couldn’t hear yourself think and everything seemed to slow. You stood behind Roy, clutching your camera, as you watched the sea of red and blue storm the field. You were only snapped out of your thoughts when Will jumped on your back, hugging you from behind. 

“We’re moving up!” Will screamed behind you, beaming from ear to ear. “Come on, Y/N, let’s celebrate!” 

You placed your camera on one of the seats under the tent and tossed a jacket over it. You followed Will into the middle of the field where all of the coaches, players, and fans were celebrating. 

“Dani Rojas you legend!” You yelled, running toward Dani. He grinned at you, picking you up by your waist to spin you around. “I am so fucking proud of you!” 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he put you down, holding you by your shoulders. “You will come to the after-party, yes?” 

“Wouldn’t miss it.” 

You made your rounds with all of the players. Most of them were so excited, they couldn’t say anything but, “Let’s goooooo!” Colin threw an arm around you and walked you over to Sam, who you still hadn't seen because of the chaos. When Sam saw you, he ran to you, smiling so wide you were sure his cheeks hurt. 

“Y/N! Can you believe it? We are back in the Premier League!” 

“I believe it. I knew you guys could do it.” 

“Thank you, Y/N,” he hugged you tightly. “Are you coming to the after-party? Please tell me you will. I can pick you up.” 

You tutted, “Samuel, I will be there but you are not driving tonight. You deserve to get absolutely trashed.” 

“Agreed, mate.” 

There was that accent again. You turned around to see Jamie, glowing under the lights. Ever since the day he cornered you in the hallway, he made do with his promise. He didn’t bother you again unless it was for work. You’ve been more courteous to him. You no longer ignored his “good mornings,” or “how are ya’s,” but you still kept your distance. However, your resolve was slowly fading. Being around him again made you remember why you were so drawn to him in the first place. With him being a different version of himself now, it increased that attraction tenfold. 

Sam looked between the two of you and smirked, walking away discreetly. He’s noticed the small smiles on your face whenever Jamie would come around. You tried to hide it, but Sam knew you too well. 

You turned your body to look at Jamie, shyly looking at him. Jamie met your eye, eyes twinkling in a way that you haven’t seen since the last night you shared with him. He had a boyish smile on his face. You pursed your lips, trying not to let a smile slip, but you were unsuccessful. Jamie’s eyes got brighter, which you didn’t realize was possible. 

“Great job, Jam.” 

Jamie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding at the sound of his nickname leaving your lips. He bit his bottom lip, stretching his hand out for a handshake, “I appreciate it, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away. You walked toward him and pulled him into a hug. Jamie froze in your arms for a second before melting into the hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You didn’t realize how much you missed him until you felt his arms tighten around your torso. It was like you finally got a taste of the thing you were craving for months as if there was nothing else in the world that could’ve made this moment sweeter, better. 

Your hand made its way to the back of his neck, where you cradled the back of his head, fingers softly tugging on his hair. It was muscle memory, how you used to cuddle him on his couch all those months ago. Jamie sighed into your skin, his warm breath awakening you from the trance you were under, causing you to pull away. 

Both of your faces were flushed when you pulled apart. Jamie cleared his throat, looking down at his feet, before vaguely motioning somewhere as if there was something requiring his attention. You did the same, leaving to go in the opposite direction as him. 

You turned around and saw Keeley with a smirk on her face, arms crossed with a knowing look. “World must be ending, I suppose?” 

Blushing, you shoved her lightly, “Shut up.” 

In true Captain fashion, Isaac rented a giant party bus for all of the players and a few special guests, including you, Keeley, Roy, and Will. The bus was taking all of you to a club in London that Isaac bought out for the night to celebrate the win and promotion. Roy, who should know better now that he was a coach, denounced his coach-ship before he stepped foot on the bus, stating that tonight he was “going to have the fucking time of my life!”

When you walked into the bus with Sam, you were hit with the sound of a club beat. Players were already a few drinks in from the bottles of beer and liquor scattered around the bus. Jan Maas was holding onto the pole, laughing as he fist-pumped to the song. Richard had a bottle of red wine in his grasp, which you later saw had a sticker on it that said “Property of Richard Montlaur.” Colin and Isaac were in the corner singing into a bottle of gin when “Hotel Room Service” by Pitbull started playing. 

Sam was pulled from you by O’Brien who made him take shots. With you both being the last two the team was waiting for, the bus lightly jerked as it began its journey to London. The entire team cheered, raising bottles in the air. 

You laughed as you tried to make your way around the bus, trying to find a friendly face that wasn’t too far gone. You knew all of them would regret this in the morning. You turned to your right and found Jamie and Dani sharing a bottle of tequila, laughing at something that you’d later learn was not that funny. 

“Y/N!” Dani yelled when he saw you. He scooted over on the leather bench, leaving a space next to Jamie for you to occupy. “You are here!” 

“I am!” You replied, shaking your head at how far gone the boys already are and you’ve barely even left Nelson Road. “How you guys feelin’?”

“Fuckin’ fantastic,” Jamie replied, taking another sip from the bottle. He handed it to you, which you took. You drank some and grimaced when the strong taste hit your tongue. 

The two boys laughed as you passed the bottle to Dani. Dani stood up, holding onto the pole that Jan Maas was holding earlier, and began to make his rounds in the bus. He kept offering the bottle to anyone he saw. You couldn’t help but laugh at how they all took the bottle from Dani, despite not liking tequila. 

“‘M glad you’re here.” 

Your attention focused back on Jamie, who was staring up at you. His eyes were clouded, eyelids droopy. You playfully punched his shoulder, “How are you already drunk?” 

Jamie furrowed his eyebrows, “You and Sam were so late. We had to get started without you lot.” 

“We were thirty minutes late.” 

“A lot can happen in thirty minutes.” 

You snorted. It made Jamie smile. He bumped your knee with his. You looked at where your bodies touched. Your breath got stuck in your throat. You swallowed, “I guess I need to catch up.” 

“Damn right,” a lopsided smirk graced his lips. He dug behind him in the ice bucket and pulled out a bottle of Clase Azul. He handed it to you, “Go on then.” 

“Menace,” you replied, grabbing the bottle from him. Your fingers brushed, sending shocks throughout your entire body. “You know I can’t say no to good tequila.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I bought it,” he shrugged, opening a beer. “I bought it for you. Nearly broke Bumbercatch’s arm when he tried to open it earlier.” 

“Jamie, this is an expensive bottle of tequila.” 

“Yeah well, Coach wouldn’t let me buy the whole team PS5s as a sorry, but he didn’t say anything about buyin’ you expensive liquor.” 

You were sure that Jamie was only saying this because the alcohol was clouding his better judgment. He probably won’t remember this in the morning, or at the very least, he’d wonder whether or not this was real life or just something his mind made up. You opened the bottle and took a long swig from it. 

As good as the tequila was, you still grimaced, frantically searching to find a chaser. Jamie, who remembered your drinking habits, held out a cup of Diet Coke. You downed the entire cup, sighing in relief when the taste of tequila was masked by the sugary drink. “Thanks, Jam.” 

“Missed you callin’ me that,” he admitted, a look of longing on his face. “Missed you in general, to be honest. Been hell without you in my life.” 

“Jamie,” you started, turning your body to him. “You’re drunk so I suggest you stop talking.” 

“Am I makin’ you uncomfortable?” Jamie asked, concern on his face. He sobered for a moment, blinking back as if he was trying to figure out what he just said. 

“No, no,” you assured him, placing a hand on his thigh. He tensed under your touch, letting out a shaky breath. You were really close to each other now. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. I just don’t want you to say anythin’ you’ll regret in the morning.” 

“Don’t think that’ll happen,” he said, nonchalantly. He took a sip from his beer, trying not to move too much in fear that you would remove your hand from his thigh if he did. Hesitantly, he started drawing figure eights with his pointer finger on your hand that was touching him. He let out a breath when you didn’t pull away. “Been regrettin’ not saying anything to ya. Should’ve told you how I felt that night. Or any night after that, really. I was just bein’ a prick ‘cause I was hurt that Richmond let me go.” 

You stayed silent. You didn’t know what to make of his words. Was he talking about the night you told him how you felt? Surely not. What does he mean by tell you how he felt?

Jamie continued, “And the thing was, I knew Richmond had no say in whether or not I was goin’ back to Man City, but it still hurt, I guess. Woke up to a text sayin’ I had to go back to Man City from my agent. Not even a text from Ted, or Keeley, or you. Thought I didn’t mean nothin’ to any of ya, so I just shut everyone out.” 

“And it’s real shit of me to do, ain’t it? Especially how I treated ya. I don’t blame you for not forgiving me or giving me a second chance.” He stopped drawing on your hand. He drank from his beer again. You looked at him. He had a small and nervous smile on his face. Testing his luck, he brought a hand up to touch your face. “Shame I fucked it all up really ‘cause you’re the only person I ever actually wanted to spend the rest of my life with.” 

“Jamie–” 

“Come on, party animals!” Isaac yelled from the front of the bus. Somehow the top five buttons of his shirt became undone during the drive. He slung an arm around Will, who had a tie wrapped around the circumference of his head, “Let’s get iiiiiittttttt!” 

The bus erupted in hollers as players trickled out of the bus. Sam, who was giggly under the influence, found you next to Jamie. Jamie, seeing that Sam was there to walk you out of the bus, waved goodbye to you and caught up with Bumbercatch. You held the Clase Azul bottle close to your body as you threw on a fake smile, walking off the bus with Sam.

--

part i: don't you

part iii: daylight

[joelslegalwhre]

Hey

This is my request

Yn is a driver of red bull and its the last race and max verstappen is her boyfriend ( max is not a driver ) and she wins her first worldchampionship with alot of fluff thanks

i love the idea! Be ready for a ton of fluff, i have no self control-

Sorry this took me so long… I had my final exams and was busy crying and being anxious, BUT I‘M DONE NOW whoo, your girl finally has her Abi now😭

pairing // max verstappen x driver!fem!reader

summary // You win your first world championship and Max had already planned everything out for when you get out of your car

warnings // max is not a driver, he‘s living the wag life lmao, just a shit ton of fluff and lovesick max, you‘re the first woman in f1 (did i miss something?)

word count // 2k

Masterlist // taglist // 🥤my kofi if you‘d like to leave a tip🩷

World Champion

Your car literally flew across the finish line as your team clung to the fence to the track, cheering.

You couldn't help but let out a cry of joy. You had done it, you had actually won the race.

That might not be unusual anymore, because winning races was almost a habit.

But today was different, the screams of the fans cheering you on from the stands echoed in your ears. You put your hand out of the cockpit and waved back at them, smiling and completely overwhelmed by the situation.

World champion. You were a world champion now.

The mere fact that you were the first and only woman in Formula One had made a lot of headlines. Right from the start, you felt much more pressure than the others seemed to. And you had shown all the reporters and all the doubters who had made so many comments, good or bad, how you were able to assert yourself in this male domain.

You parked your car according to the rules and not even a second later you were running towards the waiting crowd that was your team, jumping into their arms. The fence separating the people from the drivers was rocking dangerously as you jumped into their arms, almost knocking it over completely. But you were so full of joy that you hardly noticed. The love and joy your team gave you at that moment overwhelmed you. Everyone laughed, whistled and cheered, and you too had to squeal under your helmet. All of this was so absolutely unreal, it was as if you were about to wake up from a dream. A dream that was too good to be true.

But that's exactly what it was, true. This was really happening.

When your mechanics, the pit crew and whoever else was standing with them, put you back down on the ground, your eyes fell on Max. He was standing right up front, next to your mechanics, beaming at you.

As quickly as you could, you took off your helmet and your balaclava. Someone took the helmet and balaclava from your hands, much to your silent gratitude. Your feet carried you to your boyfriend in seconds.

"Congratulations, champion." He couldn't say much more before you wrapped your arms around his neck and silenced him with your lips.

You didn't care who was watching now, this moment belonged only to the two of you. Max gently parted from your lips and leaned his forehead against yours. "You can't imagine how proud I am of you." he whispered, his nose lightly brushing yours. "I love you." you whispered back.

"I love you more, champ." You giggled in response to the new nickname he seemed to have chosen for you now. You didn't mind, quite the opposite, it was a reminder of what had just happened. His breath brushed your lips as he let out a laugh. "I think you need to get back to your job now." Max grinned, still so close to your lips. You pouted and looked into his eyes, "Don't run away, okay?" you joked. "I'm not." He laughed back and gave you one last peck on the lips.

You turned around and thanked the person who had held your helmet for you.

Then you rushed to the other drivers and went through the whole procedure with the weighing and all the other usual steps. The drivers were congratulating you with hugs and brotherly pats on the back.

All the time the cheering of the fans and your team in the background.

The hymns were played and you still couldn't quite believe it. This wasn't just a normal race, it wasn't just the end of the season - which meant you finally had time to genuinely relax - no, it was the day you could talk about for decades to come, the day people would talk about for years and years. The day you made it.

Your anthem played, and as the rhythmic notes rang out, you had to hold back tears. It was emotional, to say the least. But the bright smile on your face outweighed the tears. And so you stood up there, along with Charles and Lewis, and let the sun, still pleasantly warm, brush your face. In your ears now the national anthem of your team.

After receiving numerous congratulations along the way, the garage was finally in sight. "Do you know where everyone is?" you asked your PR manager, who had accompanied you here from the podium, slightly confused. Nobody from the team was outside anymore, and you drew the conclusion that they all had to be in the garage. "They're already inside." she confirmed, grinning at you. Just as you had thought, then. You gave an understandable nod and circled the stack of tires stored diagonally in front of the garage.

Your mouth probably dropped to the floor when you saw your team, Christian and Max in front, together with Helmut, standing in front of you. You were quick to close your lips again, a wide smile dominating.

"What-" it was nothing more than a stutter, you were too overwhelmed with the situation.

"Congratulations!" everyone shouted at the same time, like a birthday surprise. That's when you noticed the shirts they were all wearing. Every member of the team was wearing the same one, and it showed you standing big in the middle, with the words "World Champion" at the top and the year at the bottom. It was one of the pictures from Spain earlier this year, when you had taken first place and had both hands in the air, clenched into fists, in victory.

"We have one for you, too." Christian grinned at you, and gave you an identical shirt to the one he was wearing.

"Thank you." your voice was barely above a whisper, the emotion too strong. Tears were collecting in your eyelashes, and it became hard to see.

You felt two strong arms close around your body, and in the next moment you were surrounded by Max's familiar scent. "Congratulations, baby." he whispered in your ear. He must have told you a dozen times since you left your car, but he just couldn't help himself. Your big dream has finally come true. All those days of hard training had paid off, and he couldn't be prouder of you.

You snuck your nose in the crook of his neck and pressed yourself closer to him once more, before braking away from the embrace.

"Thank you." you now said, addressing your team. "Thank you to each and every one of you. I know so many have said that before me, but it's true, I couldn't have done this without you guys today." you turned to your pit crew with a grin, "You guys have the absolute fastest reflexes I've ever seen. How do you do that?" The men laughed and tipped their imaginary hats, "Is and always will be an honor, Ms. World Champion." one of them joked, making you giggle.

When the hectic and excitement of the past few hours had passed, you could finally go back to your driver's room with Max to relax a little. Some privacy and quietness was something you were beyond grateful right now. All the fuss had worn you out and as much as you were filled with gratitude, your body also screamed at you to just lay down for a moment. After all, you just did a whole race in the heat of the bright midday sun. A cold shower was just about the best thing you could think of right now, but that had to wait for at least another two or three hours, maybe even more. 

"Ugh, that feels amazing." you moaned as you fell onto the small couch in your room. You let out an exhausted breath and let your head fall back to rest on it. "I bet it does." Max laughed and sat down beside you, grabbing your ankles to lift your legs onto his lap. He started to massage your feet, and you felt like you just got sent to literal heaven. "Please, never stop." you let out another groan, which made Max chuckle. "Your wish is my command." 

Your eyes wandered to his shirt, the same one you were still wearing. And after all the months of secret phone calls, always wondering what important things he had to do on these calls and why he left the room you were in when he did, it dawned on you, "Max," you asked, "Were you the one to get all these shirts?" 

He smiled at you, still massaging your feet, „I did. Couldn't let my girl win her first championship and stand there empty-handed." 

"Max," your voice cracked, "I- Thank you," you whispered, as you felt a single tear rolling down your cheek, "So much."

"Baby, don't cry." His thumb wiped the tear from your cheek, and you distinctly leaned into his touch. "Thank you so much." you whispered again. "You don't have to thank me for that, baby." a light smile played on his lips and he shifted slightly, bringing you to sit on his lap.

His hands caressed your thighs, and it sent a warm shiver through your body.

It felt good to rest in his arms and give your sore muscles a break.

You snuggled even closer to him. For a moment you just sat there, in his lap with his hands on your thighs and your arms around his middle. His hands ran up and down in a caressing and soothing gesture. The air in the room was pleasantly cool, thanks to the air conditioning.

Max's hands moved from your thighs to your back and gently moved up and down there too. He didn't push you to tell him everything that you were feeling right now, he just let you have your moment of silence. Later, when you would be back in your hotel room, there would be plenty of time to talk about everything that had happened.

"I love you." he whispered against your neck. You leaned back a little to look at him and smiled. "I love you too."

You cupped his face in your hands, the light stubble of his beard lightly scratching your skin and his scent enveloping you like a soft blanket.

You leaned forward and gently placed your lips on his. Max returned the kiss immediately and lightly nibbled your lower lip, which made you giggle and opened your lips a little. He took the opportunity to explore you with his tongue. The softness with which he kissed you elicited a sigh from you. It wasn’t a hectic or dirty kiss. Rather, it was full of love, affection and emotion. Max made you feel as if it was just the two of you and not a thousand other reporters, photographers and employees who were about to ask you a million questions. Which you were looking forward to, of course, but this moment was still too perfect to end.

Both of you separated your lips to catch your breath. Max immediately pulled your body close to his again and wrapped his arms around you.

"I think we need to get back out there," he whispered in your ear after a while. His breath tickled you a little and you giggled lightly. "Yeah, I think so."

You moved off his lap and ran a hand through your hair, which got a little tousled during your kiss. Max stood up and followed you to the door. "Off to battle." you quipped as you grabbed the handle. Max jokingly slapped your ass, and grinned, "Let's go, you world champion."

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[siremasterlawrence]

The Handler’s Red Carpet Express Part 1 & 2

BAFTA is about to truly transform everything as we know it all with a simple party as fans are wrapping around the red carpet, station celebrity reporter.

Part 1 - 2

Inside a young man of African descent is on a sky high as his plans are about to be fully unleashed onto this world with a simple smile on his face.

The cameras raw on flashing as the first two celebrity honored guest appear on the red carpet hitting their faces they freeze instant on command.

The fans are screaming as the flashes go off the reporter steps up microphones in his hand ready to deliver the second blow as he coughs clearing his throat.

Tom Holland is all smile listening to the man questioning him with coded messages he is spun forward and mindlessly walks forward into the door.

He enters the space it’s darkly lit as the gold curtains show off brightly falling behind him and in front of him they are is shiny as they begin to sparkle.

He is stopped unsteadily he begin to swing back and forth falling forward his mind is an oasis and he is open for a downfall of his own existence and two pairs of hands grab his feet dragging him out.

Another pair feet hit the red carpet firms he is pounding the ground making himself none his teeth so pearly white teeth with beauty glistening.

Something is off to him as the camera goes off flashing in his face, his body slacks and his eyes begin to spin then close tightly as he sways away.

Side to side he waddles into the sexy, silky and spell binding golden current covering in a huge drape trapping him in a deep heavy trance like state and a pair hands whisk him away.

Jason Statham is an arrogant piece of work in this odd night as the window blows his suit jacket open he notices as he closes the button.

He knocks in to someone else causing the guy to jump in fear causing Jason’s anger to rise and his eyes pin on him staring right in and through him.

Jason forgets where is he grabbing the guy by his shirt he lifts him up and stares deep in to his eyes shouting at his heights voice he has.

The man panic as Jason lifts his other palm in a fist throwing one right hook as the man is thrown into the back wall hitting his head he hits the ground.

Jason comes to shocked at his own actions it is as if something in him took over and he has no control I mean what the fuck is going on?

The inner voice takes over as he looks back at the came punching his left palm in a soft yet wicked need to do harm he grabs the microphone in time for the camera to wham him hard.

A side door opens as he is guarded into it in a dark corner as Andrew Garfield steps up to the fray unaware of the events that had previously happened.

“Did you see that Mr. Garfield?” The reporter questions.

“No! Let me take a gander a fight “ he says cutely.

“You guessed it correctly!”

“Lucky me I guess! What did I win?”

“I’ll tell you say cheese” the man answers as he goes mindless.

Part 3 - 4

The procession goes on as the guest take their seats in much wanted anticipation for the event and obviously the world has no idea what is truly happening.

Henry Cavill enters the scene to a cloud of enormous praise raising to the ceiling as the camera man pans on him to his own unique flair everyone is happy.

“Tonight I am here to present the award for most outlandish British performance.” He starts to say.

“The nominees are….” He commences to say but before he can utter a world the light from camera is on him.

“Could you please turn the lights down for me pppllleeeaaassseee” he shouts to no avail as a beam of light shoots into his eyes leaving the crowd in wonder as he froze.

The crowd screams when the floor flips fast to open under him sending him free falling into the basement as Richard Madden walks on to stage at the same time.

“Well that is unexpected! Everyone stay with me guys.” Richard says waving his hands as a decoy unknowingly.

The floor boards so old historically old are in flux with quake as they start to blow up and down one smacking him in the goin as he cries in pain running back he trips into the hole and boards enclose on him.

Richard Madden falls hard onto his back in excruciating pain he cries finally able to gain some power he stands to see many of his fellow actors staring in a blissful sleep.

“Hello my dear future projects to unload on to the unsuspecting public it took me so long to get here.” The young man said.

“This must be the stories they told you are one them.” Richard said.

“A handler “ Henry replies.

“Actually! I am The Handler those chomps may have started it.”

“Hollywood is filled with freaks about to be cleared from the scene.”

“All will be explain soon enough.”

“Begin the showcase “

“NOW WAIT A MINUTE “ Henry yells .

“NO STOP!” Richard demands.

The lights go off in a 3-D projection leaving them in an endless loop of reprogramming to my will is done.

“Tom Hardy please step up”

“Charlie Hunnam please approach”

“Let us go…please…we can”

SNAP

The end

[indeedcaptain]

Writing Patterns

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Thanks for the tag @android-and-ale :)

1: Kirk pulled his hands behind his back and accepted the call in his ready room. - Regulatory Relations.

2: The first time that it happened, Kirk laid awake the entire night. - Mind and Matter

3: “Bones, please, it’s not a big deal. They just sting a little bit.” - The Truth Will Out

4: After three years of having a direct line into Spock’s emotions, Jim was reasonably accustomed to his bondmate’s daily moods. - Six

5: Kirk had been in San Francisco for six months. - Eye of the Beholder

6: The planet’s scans had shown that there were supposedly no carbon-based life forms on the surface and that it should have been safe for Kirk, Spock, and the science team to beam down, take some readings, and go home. - Involuntary Companionship

7: It was an infrequent occurrence for the Enterprise to be near Earth for the winter holidays, let alone when there was not an ongoing crisis, and therefore Spock planned for his primarily Human crew to be irresponsible, unresponsive, and generally unproductive for the duration of their leave. - All I Want For Christmas

8: The Vulcans would call it discipline, this ability of his, this habit, though none of them would ever push it to the extremes that he did, because they would consider it too emotional. - On Discipline

9: Starfleet, in its infinite wisdom, had changed the design of the cutlery in the mess halls, and Kirk hated the new ones. - Love Language

10: Captain James Tiberius Kirk would consider himself a merciful man. - On Mercy

Some curious trends: only 2/10 of these are from Spock's POV, even though I am a Spock fan first and everything else second. Only one starts with dialogue. I fucking love having too many commas to be reasonable in a sentence. This was fun!

I would love to see yours @jennelikejennay and @flippyspoon and @affixjoy

[neriyon]

10 Characters from 10 Fandoms

Tagged by @zylphiacrowley , ty ty~

These are mostly in whatever order they popped up in my head, since I was hit with the "instantly forget everything you've ever liked" beam when I started writing this.

Hythlodaeus - Final Fantasy XIV I wuv purple wife guy... All the way from when he was just a weenwoon ghost. Honestly, FFXIV has sooo many good characters that picking just one feels kinda weird haha.

DIY - Welcome to My Home Help, the bastard chuuni wizard in a big hat has me by the throat. Everyone else seems ready to strangle him (both npcs and other players). And then there's me who's spamming the heart emote at him every chance I can lol.

Waka - Okami Another bastard of a man. Like FFXIV, Okami has tons of cool characters! But teen me latched into Waka so hard on my first playthrough. And listen. He's a pretty man with long hair, nice voice AND has a flute that he both plays and uses as a laser sword in battle. Yeah. Oh and he shows up to tell you mysterious (and funny) prophecies.

Wei Wuxian - Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) I'll be honest, he came to mind while writing Waka's thing (club long haired flute playing guys lol). But yeah, he fits in the "morally grey, overly dramatic and little asshole-ish pretty boy with long hair" category I happen to like very much.

Ukitake Jushiro - Bleach Long white hair! Twin swords! Gentle and silly old man who can kick your ass! Bleach was one of my first animes ever, and I still like the setting itself (and many of the characters).

Courier - Arknights First one that had me going "oh I like him, he's never leaving my team". Also first one I E2'd, and he's still my go-to vanguard for almost every stage. Who can say no to that adorable little smile and voicelines offering to make you food~

Blade - nu:carnival Cute white haired assassin android boy! I started this game thinking I'd fixate on Edmont based on the website character infos, but nope, Blade being cute airhead with love for cute things (and Darling) got me first.

Sleeping Beauty (Briar Rose/Ibarahime) - SINoALICE Game may be gone but having played it for it's entire global run I felt I needed to include it haha. And! Who better than the character that got me into it~ Sleepy's basically what it says in the jar - she prefers to sleep 24/7 and will react violently if you try to force her awake.

Devola & Popola - Nier Automata Cheating and putting them both (lol). I love 9S too, but kinda felt like they deserved to get mentioned so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Idk what it is about them, but I spent a very long time just standing next to them when they first showed up haha. I'm specifically mentioning the Automata ones, since I met them first, and am yet to finish my Replicant playthrough (ooops)

Mashita Satoru - Death Mark I had hard time picking the last one since I didn't wanna go "too far back" in things I like/used to like, so I went with Death Mark since the second one came out not too long ago. The other characters are cool too, but Mashita is fan favorite for a reason. Guess we all love snarky detective who looks like he could really use some sleep.

Hoooo boy it was harder than I thought haha. I mainly only interact with FFXIV fandom, but at least I kinda.... glance towards these other 9 mentioned sometimes? Also purposefully skipping Ensemble Stars even tho I'm currently active player - I could not choose between Mika and Rei, and honestly straight up ignore 99,99% of the fandom.

[waveridden]

59 for randy emmett and nagomi?

59. orange sunsets

“I always thought Hellmouth sunsets look different,” Randy says.

Nagomi makes a quiet noise that Emmett parses as [agreement, waiting for more input]. They’re learning all of these: the intimate gestures, the things that they overlooked at first. Emmett is learning not to overlook them anymore.

“Like, maybe it’s a city thing,” Randy continues. “Obviously it’s different in New York, and in Connecticut or wherever Gomi’s from-”

“Boston,” Nagomi says. The smoke on the side of her face flares up, but her voice is not [strained, frustrated], it is [strained, hiding laughter]. Randy can tell too, because he smiles.

The three of them are sitting at a jagged cliff’s edge. There’s something [venomous, deadliness unknown (likely high)] at the bottom. Emmett doesn’t bother with knowing what exactly it is, because the venom won’t hurt them, and they’ve learned by now that Randy and Nagomi don’t appreciate being told when things are deadly. The two of them, they prefer holding their lives in their own hands.

After a second, Randy looks over at Emmett. “Have you seen a lot of sunsets? What do you think?”

Emmett sees 15,293 sunsets flashing through their mind’s eye at once. They ignore all of them and look at the sunset in front of them, orange and looming as it sinks beneath the teeth and crags of the hellmouth.

“[Big],” they say at last, and both Randy and Nagomi smile.

[ladyescapism]

second choice - Azriel part 1

warnings: , insecurity, breaking up

word count: 1,500

part 2

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You had been his pet for years. You followed him around like a lost puppy looking for attention. You turned down other males, good males who wanted no one else but you so you could stay with him. 

You used to have hope for a future with Azriel. That one day he would pull his head out of his ass and finally see you for what you were. A kind, loving female who wanted him. Who saw him and didn’t run away. 

You had let him fuck you. Always on his terms. Always when he wanted. Sometimes he would want you every day for months and sometimes he wouldn’t spare you a second glance for weeks. Not for lack of trying on your part. 

But tonight, you decided, there would be no more. 

You knew it was coming. Elain was getting married to Lucien. And a few days ago, Gwen announced that she would be travelling all over the Night Court recruiting females to join the Valkyrie ranks. 

He was finally out of better options, and he would be looking for you to warm his bed. 

But you would refuse. For the first time in knowing him, you would refuse him something. 

Elain looked stunning in her wedding dress. She was on the other side of the ball room in the River House, beaming at her husband and mate. They both looked so happy. Standing not far from her, was Azriel. He looked at her with such longing, such sadness that she was fully and completely out of reach. 

He might as well have buried Truth Teller in your heart. 

You needed some fresh air. 

Making your way to the back patio for some cool night air. The looked out over the beautifully curated gardens. Seeing them only made you think of Elain and all her delicate, feminine ways. How she was everything you weren’t. 

You only got a few minutes of wallowing in self-pity before an all too familiar sent flooded your nose. You let him stand behind you for a moment, thinking maybe he would leave you alone so you wouldn’t break his heart more tonight. 

“Not a fan parties,” he asked. 

Damn him, you thought. 

“I was enjoying the party,” you lied. “It was just getting a little too stuffy in there with everybody in Pyrthian in the ball room.” 

“I don’t think it was everyone.” 

“Close to it.” 

He was quite for a moment before he spoke the words he didn’t know would damn himself. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” 

You almost said yes on instinct. 

Azriel mistook your silence as conformation and tried to take you by the arm to lead you away. 

“No,” you whispered. 

He just looked at you in surprise. 

“And that’s a permeant no.” 

“What,” he questioned. 

“I can’t do this anymore, Azriel,” you whispered. “I can’t keep being your second choice.” 

“Your not-“ 

“Yes, I am,” you cut him off, your voice rising in anger at his denial. “I am always your second option. When Elain isn’t around to pine after and Gwen is done giving chase, I am the other option to warm your bed. And I’m done.” 

“Did I do something?”

“Yes, you jerk. I have been waiting here for you to finally notice me, but you never will. I will never be pretty or smart or good enough for you, so I’m done. I’m done putting my life on hold for a male who only wants me for my body, some of the time.” 

He looked like a kicked puppy. 

“I know that you never meant to hurt me. But you did. You broke my heart every time you would look at one of them in the way I was desperate for you to look at me.” 

You were crying now. 

“Because that’s what I was. Desperate. For love. For attention. And at one time just sex when you needed distraction or release felt good for me too, but not anymore.” 

“I never meant-“ he cut himself off. He knows that was what he meant and couldn’t even bring himself to lie to you. 

“I will be here for you, Azriel. But as a friend, not a whore.” 

“You are not a whore,” he insisted. 

“You’re right. I’m not anymore.” 

He brought his hand up to cup your face, but you pulled away quickly. 

“Go back to the party, Azriel,” you said, still crying. “There has to be another desperate girl in there somewhere.” 

He just hung his head for a moment and walked away. 

You watched him, and as he closed the patio doors behind him, you covered your mouth to stifle the sob you could no longer hold back. 

Dropping to the floor, you let the emotions wash over you. 

The pain. The guilt. The relief. 

He looked so sad. Like the only sure thing he had just left him. Like the only person he thought liked him left him. 

“I would ask if you were alright, but I think I can figure out the answer from here,” a cocky voice came from a few feet away. 

In your sorrowful state, you hadn’t heard the freshly minted High Lord of the Autumn Court walk up. 

“Oh,” you said, quickly wiping your tears and scrambling to get off the ground. “High Lord Eris. It’s nice to see you.” 

“You as well, Professor,” he said curtly, offering you his hand in assistance. You took it. 

“Thank you, my lord.” 

“Not a problem.” 

Well, this was awkward.

You met Eris a few times before he was High Lord. He was working with the Inner Circle at the same time you were. 

You were a professor at the University of Velaris. You taught mathematics and engineering. That’s why you were involved with the Inner Circle. You had designed some weapons that you needed money to manufacture. The kind of money a High Lord could offer, should he be interested.  

Rhysand had been interested in your weapons and funded your research and the production of your weapons. One of the conditions of your agreement with him was that you would come over once a week and share your updates on the weapon. 

You had met Eris a few times then. Apparently, Rhysand made all his meetings on the same day. You had even had dinner with him once. Alongside the rest of the Inner Circle, of course. 

“Have you made any new inventions,” he asked, surprising you with his interest. 

“No. I have been focusing on teaching now. I love being in the classroom.” 

“It takes a special kind of person to be an impactful teacher. You seem like one of those people.” 

“Thank you, my lord.” 

“Truth be told, while the compliment holds true, I am trying to distract you from what ever had you crying on the ground, but you keep getting that faraway look in your eyes that tells me that something is bothering you.” 

You just looked at the ground in shame and began crying again. 

Eris just stood there, looking at you as you made an emotional fool of yourself. Then he lifted your chin and made you look him in the eyes.

“Tell me,” he demanded softly. 

And then you unloaded. 

You told him everything. From being with Azriel, something that most of the Inner Circle didn’t know, from putting your life on hold for him, him making you feel worthless and unlovable. All of it. And he just listened.  

After you little ramble, all he said was, “I have my issues with the Shadow Singer, but I never thought him stupid till now.” 

You cocked your head in confusion.

“Stupid to let a female like you slip away. You, dear professor, are one of the smartest people I have ever met. Not to mention beautiful.” 

You couldn’t help the blush on your cheeks. 

“I’m not trying to flirt with you,” he assured you. “You have had an emotional night and I don’t want to take advantage of you this way. But, if I may start correspondence with you, it would make me a very happy male.”

“You mean letters,” you clarified. 

“Yes.” 

“I would like that. A lot.” 

“Lovely. I’m going to head back to the party now. But I look forward to hearing from you.” 

“As do I.” 

He turned and walked a few steps before turning back around.

“I can’t say that I know this Gwen person well enough to judge her personality but don’t compare yourself to Elain. What she has in beauty makes up for her lack of personality and brains.” 

You felt a little mean as you chuckled.

“You probably shouldn’t say that about your sister-in-law.” 

“Probably not, but it needed to be said.” 

“Go before you get yourself into trouble,” you pointed to the doors leading back to the party. “I won’t be the reason for more Vanserra family drama.” 

“Do you want to cause some drama,” he asked, a sly smile forming across his mouth. “I could be fun. And make the Shadow singer terribly jealous.” 

You felt a little bad, but not bad enough to stop yourself from asking, “What do you have in mind?” Eris just reached his hand out, “May I have this dance?

[aemonds-sapphire]

Coffee Run - Hawks x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Hawks simply wanted to enjoy his coffee in peace, but you had needs of your own, especially knowing he was entering his rut. You know what they say... be careful with what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Warnings: NSFW. Rut!Hawks. Feral Hawks. Public sex. Breeding kink. Pregnancy kink. Lactation kink (brief mention). Featherplay. Slight overstimulation.

Word count: 3.7k

Hawks was nearing his rut. That much was clear. Keeping up an easy going appearance was what he excelled at, until he hit that particular time of the year. Until he was forced to take that medication that would suppress his primal instinct to breed.

But rarely anything in this world came without bearing unpleasant consequences.

“I’ll just have the usual. Thanks.”

The young waitress then turned to you expectantly. “And you, miss?”

You pondered for a second as you eyed the pro hero sitting in front of you. To anyone oblivious to the changes occurring in his body they might think he was just not a morning person.

An idea popped in your mind all of a sudden.

“I’ll have a strawberry lollipop,” you finally said, causing Hawks to briefly lift his eyes from the phone in his hand. “What? I have a sweet tooth.”

The waitress nodded and walked away. He was still glaring at you, one fuzzy eyebrow slightly arched.

“Just that? It’s not a proper breakfast.”

“Neither is coffee, yet here we are.”

He shrugged at your response, shifting his attention back to his phone.

Coffee was his personal mood booster. It was dangerous to demand anything from a rutting Hawks until he had drunk an unhealthy amount of it.

The sun was barely out, and that was exactly why he’d choose this café. Only a few people would be there, which meant he wouldn’t have to deal with loud fans walking up to him and asking for selfies or autographs... or even hugs. It was perfect to hide from everyone how moody and snappy he could get in times like these.

But you figured he still wasn’t taking the medication. He always dreaded it because of how groggy and lethargic it’d leave him.

“You okay?”

He had his index finger flicking up and down on the screen. “Sure.”

But what Hawks didn’t know was that... well... you knew what why he was acting so unlike him.

Soon after, the waitress came back with a large cup of coffee and your lollipop that you promptly snatched from the tray with a smile.

Hawks mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ and you watched him take a few gulps of the hot beverage, while you removed the wrapping.

He sighed in pure relief as his huge wings vibrated from the instant pleasure. “I really needed this.”

You also reckoned he needed something else.

Sliding the round candy in your mouth, you propped your chin on interlaced fingers, regarding him quizzically.

“Is that all you need?”

The apparent innocent question had his golden eyes meet yours. However, you needed them to travel south, so you parted your lips seductively and dangled the lollipop from one corner of your mouth to the other with your tongue.

Bingo.

Hawks’ eyes dropped to your mouth in an instant, taking in the sight of you skilfully twirling the stick while letting out some lewd wet sounds.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what? I love sucking...” you said innocently.

The cup in his hand cracked lightly from his tight grip, and a faint frown settled on his beautiful face.

“You sure you okay?”

For someone who was able to maintain an wavering smile not matter the circumstances, Hawks really was falling behind his reputation. Maybe it wasn’t wise for you to keep pushing him like this. All the innuendos and teasing would eventually get him to snap.

You kept on sucking and licking the hard candy happily, eyeing your boyfriend with utmost interest.

He took another sip of his hot coffee, and you noticed his pupils were slightly dilated. Undoubtedly, the visual of you sucking on something was a enough to spark his arousal.

“Hmm... this tastes so good...” you moaned softly, fluttering your eyes shut for a brief moment. “Want to taste it?”

When he didn’t reply, you decided to take it up a notch. You kicked off your shoe and moved it to touch his leg.

He arched an eyebrow.

Slowly, you began sliding it up his leg and only stopped once you’d reached his inner thigh.

“Stop...”

You let the round candy caress your bottom lip, making sure he could see strings of your saliva sliding down to coat your tongue. Mustering a bit more courage, you dragged your feet until it reached his crotch.

Hawks was hard as a rock.

“You’re so warm...” you whispered, rubbing your foot against his cock.

You could tell he was about to snap.

“Hawks? Honey, look! It’s Hawks!”

You quickly turned your head to look at a young couple that was approaching your table. It couldn’t be avoided. Even in the early hours there would always be someone who was a fan of Hawks.

Hawks was forced to regain his composure, and you figure it was taking every single fibre in his body to produce his trademark unwavering grin.

The woman seemed a little hesitant at first. “Are we interrupting something? I’m so sorry... we are big fans.”

“You are such an inspiration to us,” the man added with excitement.

“Thank you!” Hawks beamed, his beautiful features never betraying what was going on under the table. “Want an autograph?”

She quickly nodded, rummaging through her purse to get a pen. “Our baby will love you, too. We’ll make sure of that.”

Hawks visibly swallowed. “Baby?”

“Yes! We found out we’re going to be parents last week.”

You side-eyed him closely. Inwardly, you started cackling in delight, knowing far too well this was one of Hawks’ most intimate triggers. It was far too obvious that being in his rut made it all much worse for him

“Congratulations! How is everything going?” you inquired sweetly, applying gentle pressure on his covered erection with your toes.

He shifted in his seat, doing his best to cope with the sudden stimulation coming from you.

The woman seemed taken aback by your kindness and quickly bowed her head while handing the pen to Hawks.

“Oh, the morning sickness can be quite draining, but otherwise I can’t complain.”

Her partner handed Hawks a copy of a magazine that had him on the cover. He blushed awkwardly. “She keeps it in her purse in case we run into you so we can get an autograph.”

“That’s awesome,” he said genuinely, his voice slightly strained as he drew his signature on it. “Thanks for the support.”

The couple retrieved the magazine and bowed to both of you before walking away.

“That is so cool...” you said, twirling the lollipop stick in between your thumb and index finger. “I wonder what it feels like being pregnant.”

Hawks moved your foot away from his crotch. “Bathroom. Now.”

Your mouth fell open at his sudden outburst, sliding your foot back into your shoe. “Why?”

He rose to his full height as his red wings quivered slightly. “I’m done with you.”

Placing the hard candy back on its wrapping, you gulped as you followed his lead. The café had started to get more clients, and some of them shot a few glares at the winged hero.

The waitress was eyeing both of you. “Is everything okay?”

Hawks shot a brief smile. “She’s not feeling well.”

He certainly had a way to have things go his way.

She looked at yo worriedly. “Should I get help?”

Hawks hurried you into the bathroom, before adding. “She’s with the number two pro hero. I’m all the help she needs.”

Point taken.

Hawks pulled you into a small cubicle, shutting the door with a kick. You heard the lock rattle and you took the opportunity turn around to face him. His massive wings struggled to fit inside the confined space, which caused him to look more menacing as they coiled up against his body.

“You’re rutting.”

His pupils were fully blown and you briefly saw something flash in his eyes. “Of course you know.”

“I know a lot of things,” you cooed, dragging down one hand to squeeze him through his pants. “You’re not taking your medication.”

You’d been dating Hawks for a few months now, and you found out that he went through a rut every year by mere chance. It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots after hearing a phone conversation between him and someone from the commission — you assumed it was a doctor —, who insisted that Hawks had to take the hormonal suppressant medication to lessen the effects, allowing him to function properly.

“I don’t fucking need it,” he snarled at you through gritted teeth.

“I think you do... if you’re so willing to fuck me in a public bathroom,” you whispered seductively, giving his cock a gentle squeeze. “I wonder what made you snap... was it the conversation about pregnancy... or—“

Hawks had had enough of your running your mouth, and with little effort on his part, he flipped you over so that you were now pressed against the bathroom sink, a tall mirror capturing your surprised expression along with his feral one.

“No, little bird...” he growled, hooking his gloved fingers in the belt loops of your pants. “I am not gonna fuck you. I’m gonna breed you.”

It was a dark promise, and one you knew he could keep. After all, that was the purpose of a rut: to breed. Every single cell in his body was prepared for this, and you couldn’t bring yourself to pretend this sudden shift in Hawks’ demeanor didn’t make your pussy clench.

Your hands were supporting your weight by gripping the edge of the cold material of the sink, and you tentatively leaned forward in an attempt to brush against his crotch.

Hawks slid one hand to your front, effectively undoing your pants. “You’re ovulating... fuck...”

That caught by surprise. “What...”

He shifted his body on top of yours, so he could nuzzle your neck, capturing your scent.

“I can smell it... fuck...fuck... you need to be bred...”

In one swift motion, he yanked your pants down. Hawks was usually so much more gentle with you during sex; this was definitely something unexpected, but that you couldn’t stop yourself from yearning.

On the other hand, you considered his words for a moment. Did he really mean it? Did he really want to knock you up, or was this just his hormones talking?

Either way, this was turning you on beyond belief, and you decided to egg him on.

“You want to breed me?”

He was nipping at your neck, causing a few of his moans to be heard. You could feel the hard print of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass, and as you bucked your hips instinctively you felt his own meet you halfway, setting a slow rhythm.

“I need to knock you up... I need you tummy all swollen with my baby,” the young man kept mumbling more to himself than to you, but you couldn’t get enough of it. “I need your... your...”

A gush of wetness leaked out of your pussy as you felt him fumbling with his belt. Through the reflection in the mirror, you could see a faint blush settling on his face, increasing his handsomeness by a tenfold — you didn’t even know how that was possible.

“My what...” your voice came out in a low mewl, keeping your hips swaying at a steady pace.

Hawks undid his pants at once, and gave your ass cheeks a few slaps with his leaking cock.

He gripped your hip tightly. “Let me see your tits...”

You kept yourself balance on one hand as the other dragged the fabric of your shirt up, rolling it just above your breasts. Hawks released his cock, bringing his hips forward to have it slide between your round cheeks; you could start to feel the wetness coating your skin and standing your panties as he kept humping you. His free hand moved to grasp your bra, jerking the material down and finally exposing your hardening nipples.

Hawks heaved a deep breath, resting his chin on your shoulder as he looked at your body through the mirror.

“Can’t wait until they get bigger... full of milk... leaking for me...” he brushed his gloved thumb across your sensitive nipple, causing it to harden even more. “I bet it will taste so good... so sweet... you know I love sweet things.”

Your mind was going blank from all the pleasure being delivered to you at once. From his cock slowly fucking your ass cheeks all the way to the way he was glaring at you through some public bathroom mirror while spitting out the filthiest things you had ever heard him utter.

He snapped his hips hard for a split second, almost causing you to lose balance, forcing you to grip the sink with both hands, eyes still fixed on the way your breasts bounced softly along with each shove from him.

Slowly, he dragged his hand to your lower abdomen, massaging it with spread fingers. “Fuck... I need to feel it getting swollen... gonna knock you up so good.”

Streaks of precum were sliding down your cheeks, leaving wet trails behind and sending jolts of pleasure running down your spine.

“Sorry, but I’m gonna make you cum fast,” he suddenly said.

You weren’t really sure why he was apologizing for that, or even how he intended to achieve such feat. Hawks was more than capable of pleasuring women, but even the most skilled man certainly had his limitations when it came to how fast they could make a woman reach her high.

Even so, apologizing for giving someone an orgasm probably ranked up high with the likes of “Sorry, but I’m going to give you a new house” or “Sorry, but I’m going to give you an unlimited supply of money”. Out of all the things he could feel sorry for — like desperately banging you in some public bathroom, for example—, that one should be the least of his concerns.

As if reading the skepticism splattered across your face, he gave you a knowing smile, and before you could even wonder what he meant by that you felt something poking your covered clit.

What the...

“Hawks!”

You didn’t expect desperate Hawks to play fair, but this was on another level. The fabric covering your soaked pussy was being pulled to the side, and in no time a velvety object started proving your pulsing clit.

He was using his feathers.

Now you knew what he meant by making you cum fast, the bastard. The sensation was overwhelming, and you vaguely wondered why he had never tried this before.

“Shh... I need you to cum first, so I can have your pussy milking my cock,” he pressed a kiss on your neck. “Be a good girl and keep your voice down.”

With one hand still caressing your tummy and the other squeezing one breasts softly, you tried hard to bite back your moans as his feather kept stroking your clit as he commanded.

You started panting heavily, drunk in pleasure. “I... I... Hawks...”

Seeing that you weren’t going to be able to keep quiet, he brought the hand on your breast to clamp it over your mouth.

“You’re so ready for me... I can feel the vibrations through my feather... you’re throbbing so much for me, baby...”

And it was the absolute truth. Your were absolutely sure his feather was already drenched in your juices, but you didn’t care at all. A few more flicks and strokes sent your hips into auto-pilot, trying to get more friction.

Long and drawn out moans erupted from your throat only to be muffled by his gloved hand.

You could feel something in your core swirling and shifting and through the haze of passion, you could tell it was the tension building up inside you that was reaching a dangerous peak.

“Good girl... t-that’s my girl... getting ready for me to breed her...”

His dirty talk served as the perfect incentive for you to get closer and closer to the edge. You saw your vision begin to tunnel and suddenly you fell headfirst into the explosion of pleasure that had your arms and legs shake violently, and you thanked the heavens that Hawks’ body was pressed against yours, or you’d have sunk to your feet.

But before your pussy could stop contracting around nothing, you felt your body being pushed forward and in one quick slide, his cock was buried deep inside you.

Hawks’ hips faltered for a second as he adjusted to your tightness. “Fuck!”

The feather brushing your clit stopped its ministrations, and as your field of vision started clearing, you saw it hovering in front of your face. It was completely covered in your juices and a few droplets dripped onto the sink. His hand fell to grip your hip, and your lips immediately parted in a silent scream as overstimulation took over.

“Keep it open... lick... lick it...” he groaned, his voice strained and shaky as his cock endured your contractions.

You extended your tongue out, allowing is feather to drag along it, pooling your wetness on your tongue.

Hawks’ reflection shivered before your eyes at the newfound source of pleasure. “F-fuuuck... just like that...”

His wings fluttered as so did the feather stroking your muscle, and even though your orgasm had already subsided, the never ending stimulation from his thick cock hitting deep inside you was just too much.

“I’m gonna lose it! Fuck!” he nearly cried out, ad you could only pray that no one could hear him outside.

Your knees bucked weakly as he snapped his hips into you once, twice and again closing in on his own release, but the moment you ran your tongue over the sensitive extension of his body you knew he was done for. He bucked up to meet your hips in an especially sharp thrust and you could feel the hot gush of his cum deep inside you, coating your trembling walls, mixing with your own juices.

He hadn’t lasted long, but you weren’t at all surprised, considering how much the vast array of different stimuli that he was subjected to in such a sort amount of time.

A few seconds ticked by, and he finally began pulling out, you pussy reflexively clamping around him as if to make him stay.

“Stop clenching like that before I get hard again...” he warned, giving your ass a soft smack as he slid out completely with a loud slurping sound.

You whimpered softly as emptiness filled you instead. As you were about to straighten yourself, you felt a blob of cum threading to spill, and Hawks promptly kept you leaning forward.

“I didn’t just fill you with a big load for you to waste it all,” and with that, he dragged the tip of his cock along your leaking pussy and pushed it back inside. “There you go... all stuffed again.”

The head of his cock didn’t stay inside you for long, and once he slid out you reached for paper from the dispenser hanging on the wall.

He grabbed your arm. “No.”

“I need to clean myself...”

“No, you don’t,” Hawks whispered sweetly into your ear, and you felt him tug at your panties before letting the fabric slap your over sensitive clit. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all in.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Certainly, he didn’t mean that....

“Hawks... I can’t walk around with your cum dripping from me,” you stated as a matter of fact.

You saw his reflection in the mirror; he had a devious smile dancing on his lips, making your insides coil in sudden realization.

“Didn’t you want me to breed you? Then keep my cum inside your tight pussy,” he began, planting soft caring kisses on the side of your neck in between. “Think you can do that for me, beautiful?”

Feeling your panties sticking to your swollen lips with the aftermath of both your juices and drops of his cum made a shiver run down you entire body.

You nodded once.

Suddenly, he bent over slightly to grasp the waistband of your pants, quickly dragging them up your thighs.

“Time to go,” he huffed as one of his gloved hands brushed along his unruly golden locks of hair. “This was just meant to be a quick coffee run.”

There was a faint smudge of pink crossing his nose and resting on both his cheeks. He looked positively less tense, with his blush being the only indicator that he had just emptied his balls deep inside you.

He unlocked the door and exited first, but not before shooting his Hawks-like smile at you. “I’ll be going ahead to pay and deal with the fans.”

You chuckled as the door closed, and turned to look at your reflection in the mirror while adjusting your clothes. “Well... don’t look at me like that. He’s impossible to resist, especially like this...”

After you were done washing your hands, you took a few steps immediately feeling a few drops of cum dripping onto your panties. You clenched your pussy hard in the hopes of preventing more from spilling.

This was not going to end well.

Taking a deep breath, you walked out and were met with the waitress. “Oh! Are you alright now?”

Yeah, I just got fucked hard and I have cum leaking from me. “Yes! Thank you, and sorry for leaving like that... I really wasn’t feeling well.”

She nodded in understanding, stepping aside to let you walk into the lobby only to see a loud commotion of people piling up around something. Big massive turfs of scarlet feathers quickly gave it away and you smiled fondly.

Hawks.

A few girls standing nearby were giggling to each other, catching your attention.

“Oh my... he’s so much more handsome up close,” one said with a dreamy sigh.

“His wings are so pretty...” the other murmured.

Yes. Hawks had that effect on nearly everyone he crossed paths with. In one way or another, people had the tendency to fall fo him and be drawn by his quirky personality. Even if at the end of the day, once he got home, you could see the wearing effects of having to keep up with this society’s standards.

As the crowd began to disperse, he waved a hand at you.

“It was so nice to have you here, Hawks,” the young waitress blurted out as you two made your exit. “Please come again!”

The number two pro hero bowed his head and gave her a thumbs up. “I’m sure I will. Very soon,” he winked at you.

Very poor choice of words.

-

Masterlist

[zalrb]

“Be Neighbourly” [SE Xmas Fic Pt. 1]

The single residents of the thirty-second floor had an unspoken game that they'd played for the better part of three years. It was quite simple: be the first person to seduce Stefan Salvatore. Seduce was, perhaps, a strong word, the object was, more accurately, to be the first person to successfully invite him into their unit for a drink, and now that the holidays were approaching, The Game had picked up with a kind of frenzy, as it had every Christmas.

They'd tried everything over the years -- "It's a Christmas party, the whole floor is invited!" "It's an anti-Christmas party, fuck the holidays!" "It's just an excuse to get drunk, really." "We marathon holiday movies all night, it's really low-key." "Everyone will be there!" "No one will be there!" Formal invitations, hand-delivered or stuffed in his mailbox. He always said 'no', rejecting each overture with a kind of politeness, a kind of courteousness that only fanned the flames of the residents' curiosity rather than deter them from inviting him to any future parties. He had the entire floor ensnared by his privacy, his quiet charm, and this was the year where they would have a victor.

*

Each time Stefan stepped into his lobby he felt assaulted by his building's holiday cheer. If it was only the 20-foot tree and the garland looped around the columns, and the ribbons and wreaths hanging from the walls, it wouldn't have felt like such an attack on his senses, but it was the hired choir that invoked a deep discomfort in him. Every Wednesday morning and Friday evening, there were Christmas carols echoing throughout the lobby, the choral voices ironically filling him with the kind of melancholy they were trying to combat, though he never complained. The other residents seemed to enjoy it and he didn't want to put an end to their delight. Besides, he never stayed in the lobby long, he simply greeted the concierge, checked the mail, waited for the elevator, and then he was safely away in his apartment, but tonight he had to endure the singing for longer than usual. One of the elevators was taken, put on service for a new resident moving into the building, and Stefan had to wait, the last in line, until two of his neighbours, a man and a woman, came in behind him.  Out of the corner of his eye he could see them exchange glances, and if it were any other day he would at least say 'hi' but he focused all of his energy into ignoring the choir and keeping the feelings it churned locked tight.

In the elevator, the woman finally spoke.

"Stefan!" She beamed at him. "You're home early today."

"Oh, yeah." He smiled politely. "Luck, I guess."

"Right," she said. "Uh, you should celebrate that luck. I make the most amazing peppermintini."

The man shot her a look: a peppermintini? Really?

Stefan narrowed his eyes, both amused and perplexed. He chuckled lightly. "I don't think I know what that is."

"All the more reason to try it," she said.

"It's not his bachelorette party, Britney," said the man. He moved a bit so that he was directly in Stefan's line of sight, in front of Britney. "I make a mean old-fashioned. Something tells me you'd appreciate that."

Stefan cocked his head to the side. "Really? Why?" 

"I bartended in college, I have an eye for these things."

"You haven't lost your touch," said Stefan. "I am partial to a good old-fashioned." 

"Great!" The man said it louder than he clearly intended and looked momentarily embarrassed. Stefan pretended not to notice.

The elevator dinged open and they all stepped out onto the floor.

"But I'm afraid I'm a bit busy this evening." Stefan smiled again. "Maybe another time."

He gave a slight nod to his neighbours and as he walked down the hall, he could hear the man exclaim, "Ugh, so close!"

Stefan turned the corner and bumped into a woman.

The collision of their bodies knocked something off her head. He had every intention of apologizing but when he looked to see who exactly he’d literally run into, he could think of nothing else but her face, the shape of her mouth, the arch of her eyebrows. He couldn’t look away, he couldn’t even move, fixed to the spot by the gravity of her gaze.

Elena Gilbert didn't know how long she was standing there but she was sure that after a few seconds they synced, inhaling and exhaling the same breath, and she knew, she just knew, that even when they finally, crushingly, looked away, even when they went their separate ways, a part of her would always be suspended in this moment with this man, and the intensity of that realization made her blink, though kept her from being able to speak.

Stefan suddenly felt the need to do something with himself and he looked around, seeing various boxes crowded together along the wall, realizing that this woman was the new resident. He also saw that what had fallen off her head was a Santa hat. He bent down to pick it up.

"Sorry," he finally said. “I should’ve been more careful.”

He handed her the hat, their fingers touched briefly, and their skin brushing flustered Elena.

Coherent speech still seemed to evade her. "No, it's --- I wasn't---" She took a breath. "I wasn't looking. It's my fault. I get into a kind of zone when I’m focused on something and I don’t really notice my surroundings just what I’m focused on, I think it’s called tunnel vision, and that means sometimes I don’t

Stefan peered down at her, thoroughly charmed by her rambling.

Elena bit her lip and then her fingernails, swaying nervously on the spot. "I don't usually talk this much. I'm Elena," she said.

"I'm Stefan."

Something like recognition lit up her face. "OK, I get it now," she said more to herself than to him.  

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

            "You're the guy," she said smiling.

Stefan was confused. "The guy?"

She grinned, slightly embarrassed that she had said anything. "Well, you're the talk of the floor. Mysterious bachelor in unit 2305.”

"Ah." Stefan nodded, looking around at the doors in the hallway, sure that his neighbours were peering out the peepholes. "Just a bit of a loner, that's all."

"Should I be worried?”

“That’s a bit of an existential question.”

Elena laughed, feeling suddenly giddy. “Well, I just mean, young, charming bachelor who keeps to himself, sounds like the beginning of a true crime documentary. You’re not a serial killer, are you?”

Stefan raised his eyebrows. “You think I’m charming?”

Elena smiled. “That’s what you took from what I just said?”

“No, my first thought was who said I was a bachelor? I never said I was single.”

Elena was wrong-footed. She blinked rapidly a few times, and felt a sinking feeling in her chest at the thought of him with someone else.

Stefan smirked. “Need help with your boxes?”

           “Oh, you don’t really have to—”

           But he was already stacking three on top of each other and Elena tried not to notice his arms as he lifted and the flutter in her chest at the ease with which he did so she just kept thanking him as she picked up another box.

When Stefan walked into the apartment, he saw that a tree had already been put up in the corner and there were wreaths on the wall, socks hanging from the mantlepiece.

“I’m the suspicious one but you put up Christmas decorations before bringing in the rest of your things?”    

Elena giggled. "Don’t mock my priorities, I love Christmas."

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Come on, Stefan, this season makes everything feel enchanted. Wondrous, you know?”

He smiled and made a noncommittal noise, going back outside. When he went back into the hall to get the final few boxes, he saw that Kendra in the unit across had opened the door as far her latch would allow to watch what was happening. Elena followed him out to pick up a box and saw her too.

“Hi, Kendra,” said Stefan.

           Elena waved and smiled. Kendra slammed the door shut.

“Am I really the first apartment you’ve been in?” she asked when they walked back inside. “I mean, besides your own?”  

Stefan nodded, putting his box down.

Elena chuckled. “Everyone’s going to hate me.”

“I don’t think anyone could ever hate you.”

He was looking at her seriously, his green eyes blazing, and Elena gulped.

 “Um,” she cleared her throat. “Do you – do you want water or something. You must be thirsty from lugging everything around, right?”

           She looked up at him and Stefan felt drawn into her. “I’d love to but I need to work on a presentation and…” And if he accepted a glass of water, if he kept looking at her, he would never want to leave.

“Rain check,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse.

“OK, no problem.”

Stefan made his way to the door and opened it.

“Thanks again,” said Elena.

For a moment, they both paused in the doorway, a current between them, and then he left.

Elena closed the door, immediately afterwards pressing her back against it to catch her breath. She had never felt anything like this, like the world was entirely different after meeting someone. She chewed on her fingernails thinking about his abrupt exit. Did he really have a girlfriend and Her phone rang.

“Hey, Bonnie.”

“So, you made it,” she said. “You’re in your new place?”

“Safe and sound. All of my stuff just got moved in, I think I’ll order some Chinese or—”

“You sound weird,” said Bonnie.

“No, I don’t,” said Elena, shaking her head. “I sound exactly the same.”

“You met someone,” said Bonnie.

Damn, she was good. “How could I possibly meet someone? I’ve been in New York for five seconds.”

Bonnie said, “Call it a Christmas miracle?” the same time a voice shouted, “Oh, please, you could throw up on a guy in the street and he would end up falling in love with you. Meeting someone the minute you move to a new city is just typical you.”

“Caroline.” Elena threw her head back as she walked away from the door. “Bonnie, you have to tell me when you put me on speaker phone.”

“Why do you say that like it’s in our constitution or something?” said Bonnie.

“And why would you need warning about being put on speaker phone?” said Caroline. “Are there things you tell Bonnie that you don’t tell me?”

Elena shook her head, feeling a familiar exhaustion come over her. “That’s not what I—”

The line suddenly dropped and before Elena could even question what happened, she got another call except this time it was video chat. She picked up.

“Aha, yes!” said Caroline right away. “You’ve got the afterglow.”

“You know I didn’t move here to meet guys, I moved here to get serious about my writing.”

“In a high-rise,” said Caroline.

“Hey! Tyler offered me this place. He said it was one of his dad’s properties. All of the energy I would put into worrying about paying rent is going to go into writing, it doesn’t get more serious than that.”

“You think it was, like, Mr. Lockwood’s love pad?” said Caroline. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, we all knew they both had affairs. This secret spot was probably for all of his sidepieces.”

“And now Elena has a piece of her own,” said Bonnie.

“Bonnie!” Elena exclaimed.              

Caroline laughed and gave her a high five. “Nice.”

“I don’t know how many times I can say this, nothing happened.”

“The glow never lies,” said Caroline.

“It’s true, it doesn’t.” 

“Look, a guy, my neighbour, he just, he helped move some of my stuff into the apartment that’s all.”

“Like your mattress? I hope you at least took the plastic off first. Peeling off from that would not be fun.”

“He literally only helped me move, Caroline. There was no sex —”

“Boring,” said Caroline.

“There was no, there was nothing. He’s just a really nice guy or,” Elena smiled to herself. “A serial killer.”

Bonnie furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“Nothing, it was just a joke me and him—”

“You already have inside jokes with this guy? Seriously?” said Caroline.

“It doesn’t matter. He has a girlfriend. I think.”

God, she hoped he was just messing with her.

“But you don’t know for sure,” said Bonnie. “I say find out.”

“What am I supposed to do, knock on his door and go “By the way, Stefan, do you have a girlfriend’?”

“I suggest being more tactful,” said Bonnie.

Elena chuckled. “Oh, yeah? You think?”

“Just be neighbourly,” said Caroline. “Bring him a pitcher of lemonade to say thank you for helping me move or something.”

“A pitcher of lemonade?”

“Not lemonade,” said Bonnie.

“But she has a point. Tell him you’ll buy him dinner as a thank you.”

“Dinner? That seems kind of forward.”

Bonnie laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this nervous. You were the one who made a move on Matt in freshman year.”

“It was just a kiss,” said Elena.

“But somehow dinner is too forward?”

Elena looked at Caroline and Bonnie’s

“Look, I’ve gotta go. I need to do life things, you know, like unpack.”

“And we’ll leave you to it. Tell us how it goes with hot neighbour guy.”

“I never said he was hot,” said Elena

Bonnie and Caroline looked at her.

“He’s a little, kind of pretty, you know? Fine, he’s hot. He’s, like,” Elena thought about her hand on his chest. She’d wanted to touch it from the moment she saw him.

“He’s, like, stupid, crazy hot. But that doesn’t matter because I’m not looking for anything.”

“Mm-hmm,” said Caroline and Bonnie together.

“Oh, whatever.” Elena hung up the phone and tossed it on the counter. She took a deep breath out and bit her lip. “Be neighbourly…”

*

Elena in 3203 was playing Christmas music and Stefan couldn’t concentrate. He wondered what she was doing, if she was unpacking, shimmying to the music as she took things out of bubble wrap, he wondered if she was dancing on her couches, if she was lip syncing like she was in a music video. He had a presentation in the morning, a presentation he had long worked on, a presentation meant to dazzle his bosses, but every time he redirected his thoughts to his work he found himself wondering about her again and perhaps he wouldn’t, perhaps he could concentrate, if she turned the music down.

He left his apartment and knocked on her door. When she opened it, Mariah Carey’s wailing blared out into the hall.

“Hi.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hi.” He paused. It was then that he realized he had no intention of telling her to turn the music down, he just wanted to see her again, one more time, however briefly, but he couldn’t simply walk away after knocking on her door. “I was just hoping you could…” He stopped talking.  "Is something burning?"

Elena's eyes widened. “Oh, no, no, no, no.”

She rushed away from the door into her apartment and Stefan hesitated at the threshold and then awkwardly followed her inside. She had run across the living room, up a step into the kitchen and when she bent down to open the oven, smoke billowed upward and the fire alarm sounded.

Stefan walked in a little further. “Everything OK?” he yelled over the music and the beeping.

“Yeah! There’s no fire! I just! Shit.” Elena unceremoniously dropped a baking sheet onto the breakfast bar and started jumping up, trying to wave away the smoke.

Stefan strode across the living room, cracked open the balcony door, and then made his way to the kitchen, helping Elena fan the smoke away until the alarm stopped beeping.

She exhaled, relieved, and then told Alexa to turn down the music.

"I was going to bring you cookies to thank you for helping me and I made them from scratch too, which I never do, but I wanted them to be special but then I got distracted and..." Elena scratched the back of her head, gesturing to the cookies. "Now they're ruined."

Stefan looked at the tray and found himself saying, "No, uh, they look - they look delicious."

Elena narrowed her eyes at him. "They're burnt."

Beyond burnt but he shook his head.  "No, no, just well done."

Elena did her best to keep a straight face. She wanted to see how far he'd go. She wanted to keep him there as long as she could. "OK, you want to eat one?"

Stefan blinked. "Absolutely."

"Great." 

He sat at the breakfast bar. Elena kept her eyes on him as she opened the cupboards for a plate, amused at how straight-faced he was determined to be as he eyed the cookies he committed himself to eating.

Stefan cleared his throat. "Can I have a bit of milk too if you have any just so I can pair it with the, um," char, she had managed to char cookies. "Smokiness..."

Elena smiled, pressing her lips together. "Mmhmm.”

            She used a spatula to peel a cookie off the baking tray and put it in a small plate and then placed it as well as a tall glass of milk in front of him.  She leaned against the breakfast bar, putting her head in her hand as she watched him take a bite.

"How is it?"

Stefan kept chewing and chewing his face contorted. Even if she hadn’t burned the cookies, it would’ve been inedible. "Terrible," he said finally.

           Elena laughed and handed him a paper towel to spit the cookie into. He took a large swig of milk.

           “I told you, I don’t bake. I just…”

           Stefan tried not to smile. “OK, I’m going to show you how to bake sugar cookies.”

           She raised her eyebrows. “You are?”

           “I think of it as a duty to the building. This time if you try to do it again, you won’t nearly burn the place down.”  

           “But those are Christmas cookies, you don’t like Christmas.”

           He looked at her. “You do.”

           Elena’s heart thudded. “OK.” 

           He walked around the breakfast bar and started taking out the proper ingredients. “Normally, I would wait until the eggs are room temperature but we’ll just put them in some warm water,” he said.

           “We want them warm because…”

           “Air pockets,” said Stefan.

           “Of course,” said Elena. “Air pockets.”

           He smiled. Elena watched him work, the gentle seriousness of his concentration, the rapidness of his hands, his precision was sexy and she blurted out, “You bake like this for your girlfriend?”

           Stefan grinned, pleased. “I don’t have a girlfriend,” he said. “I was joking.”

           “Oh.”

Elena couldn’t control her face and she felt herself smiling. She turned away from him, looking to the window so he wouldn’t see, though she had an inkling that it was too late. It had started snowing and she smiled faintly as the world outside slowly became blanketed in white.

"So why do you hate Christmas?"

"You know, I never actually said---"

"You didn't have to,” said Elena.

Stefan didn’t say anything. Elena continued to look out the window at the different decorations that adorned the neighbourhood — large snowflakes and big, bulbous glittering ornaments.

“I just couldn’t imagine hating the holidays in this city. No one does Christmas like New York. It’s part of the reason why I decided to move here now.”

           “Where are you from?”

           “Virginia. My brother’s still there. My friends.”

           “And you didn’t want to spend Christmas with them?” said Stefan as he measured the flour.

           “They’re coming here,” said Elena. “My friend Caroline has this, like, fantasy of spending Christmas in the Plaza, when I moved here, I gave her an excuse to spend a shit load of money.”

           “You’re a giver.”

           Elena laughed. “Yeah, that’s right.”

           Stefan smiled and then grew pensive. "The last conversation I ever had with my brother happened on Christmas.” Stefan saw his argument with Damon in quick snippets, broken bottles of bourbon, a Christmas tree toppled over, smashed ornaments everywhere, both of them screaming and — and —

           “That was eight years ago. I haven’t seen him since.”

           Elena reached out and touched him. “I’m sorry,” she said, heartfelt. “What happened?”

           Stefan didn’t answer right away. He saw her screaming now too, saw

           “A girl named Katherine,” he said.

           Elena raised her eyebrows. “You dated the same girl.”

           “He said he was with her first, that might be true, probably is but I didn’t know that then, not right away. I knew he liked her, I just didn’t realize … Anyway, I found out eventually and confronted her. She told me she loved me, she told me she’d choose me, that her and Damon weren’t serious, not like how we were, that it was always me but…” Stefan shook his head. “I couldn’t be with her, not after that, so I ended things. She didn’t take that very well. She tried to get me back in different ways… Katherine could be pretty persuasive. When that didn’t work, she, uh, she wouldn’t stop calling, wouldn’t stop showing up to the house, she made scenes at school, made scenes everywhere, and when that didn’t work…” Stefan clenched his jaw at the memory and Elena held onto his hand. “I don’t know what she told Damon but he, uh, he attacked me, wouldn’t stop to listen to me, wouldn’t stop for anything...”

“Then something snapped and … and I was a monster.”

“By the time I had the courage to visit him in the hospital, he was gone, left against medical advice. Katherine was gone too. I don’t know, maybe they’re together.”

           Elena blinked before speaking. “This happened in high school? Your parents…?”

           “It was just me and Damon. My parents had split a long time ago.”

           “You know there’s one part of that story that I just can’t believe,” said Elena.

           Stefan looked at her and she held his gaze. “I don’t think you could ever be a monster, Stefan.”

           He scoffed but she was insistent. “That was a messed up situation you were in, what happened wasn’t your fault.”

           Stefan started rolling the dough into balls. “Your turn,” he said.  “Why do you love Christmas so much?”

           Elena looked at him. “Stefan…”

           “I want to know,” he said. “I want to know you.”

She nodded. "Well, it was the last holiday I ever celebrated with my parents and it---" she furrowed her eyebrows, trying to think of a way to communicate what she felt when it was the holidays, “it—”

"-- makes you feel like they're still with you."          

Elena nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I never feel closer to them than during this time. You know, all I have is the memory and…”

“Memories are all any of us have,” said Stefan, smiling. “Memories are important.”  

*

Stefan tried to get some sleep in his office but he had just closed his eyes when he felt something hit his forehead. He opened them to see Lexi standing at his door, a couple of mints in her hand. She threw another one, hitting him in the chest.

Stefan sighed. “Don’t I have an assistant whose main job is to keep unwanted people out of my office? Why does she always let you in unannounced?”

“Because I get Agnes bagels from the place every morning and if heaven was a carb, it would be those bagels.”

Stefan looked out of his office to his assistant who was biting into an all-dressed bagel. She turned back to look at him and then she looked at Lexi.

“Lexi, do you need more mints?”

Lexi laughed and Stefan groaned, leaning back in his chair.

 “We have fifteen minutes until the presentation, I just wanted to get a power nap.”  

Lexi regarded him then sat on one of his chairs.

"You're a little off your game this morning, what's going on?"

"I didn't sleep well," said Stefan.

“So I gathered. Why?”

"I was at my neighbour's place, we just started talking and I don't know, time got away from me."

Lexi looked at him. "You were what?" 

Stefan shook his head. "Nothing happened.”

She grinned. “I never said anything happened.”

          “I just went over because she was playing Christmas songs very loud and---"

"The music was loud," Lexi repeated.

"Yeah."

"Christmas songs."

He nodded.

"And you went over there to ask her to turn it down." 

"You're just repeating exactly what I said like it's new information, Lexi."

Lexi laughed. "You like her. You're taken with her."

Stefan shook his head. "I just met her. OK, we baked some cookies—”

"You cooked for her?”

“Baked. And we did it together.”

“It would be less intimate if you'd had sex."

"You're making it sound like I have her whole life story."

Lexi snorted. "You probably do."

"I don't know anything about her. Barely anything."

"But you want to."

Stefan looked at her incredulously. "What makes you--"

"Because you went over to her apartment."

"To ask her to turn down the music."

"You haven't said anything to your condo board about the choir in your lobby, which is probably the most obnoxious thing I've ever heard of. Twice a week, every week for two months? That's too much Christmas. I have heard the parties in your building, dude, they're fucking ragers, but you kind of heard Mariah Carey's rendition of All I Want For Christmas and you just had to go over there and ask her to turn it down? You totally like this girl."

"OK," said Stefan, standing up, signalling that he was done with the conversation. Lexi was undeterred.

"You should ask her out."

"Lexi."

"My little Stefan, all grown up."

He pointed to the door. "Get out of my office."

She laughed.

[ilyasorokinn]

pillow talk with y/n y/l/n , dougie hamilton

note, i’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts lately, so i was inspired by all of them. pair, dougie hamilton x reader summary, y/n, an influencer, invites dougie onto her podcast, where they talk about their life, dating, marriage, hockey, and everything else in between. warnings, none word count, 1777 words

(gif not mine)

“You ready?” You looked over at Dougie who was sitting across from you.

“Yeah, as ready as I’ll ever be.” He nodded.

“All right, let’s get started.” You nodded to your producer, who counted down and then sent you a thumbs up, “Hello, welcome back to Pillow Talk with Y/N Y/L/N.” You spoke into the mic, “My name is Y/N, and I’m your host.”

“Today, I am joined by my lovely, lovely fiancé, Dougie Hamilton, as well as our dog Morgan, or Momo.” You smiled over at Dougie.

“Hi.” He awkwardly waved, "Momo says 'hi' too." He picked up Momo and waved her little paw to the camera.

You chuckled, “Anyways, welcome back. Gonna do all our basic stuff before we begin. Hi, if you’re listening to this episode on Apple Music or Spotify or wherever you listen to your podcasts, maybe consider subscribing, and if you already have, I love you. And if you’re watching on YouTube, hi.” You smiled and waved to the camera. Dougie did the same.

“Consider subscribing to the YouTube channel as well. I’m really cool and make really funny faces that you can’t see when you listen to it. Plus, Momo's with me a lot, so you'll get to see her."

“Okay, now that that’s out of the way, Hi, Doug.” You smiled.

“Hi, love.” He smiled.

“Welcome to the pod.” You smirked.

“Thank you for having me on.” He nodded.

You rolled your eyes, “So, we’ve been together for almost 6 years, and I’ve never had you on the podcast.”

“I know, what’s up with that?” He joked with a smile.

“I’m sorry.” You shrugged, “Anyways, welcome to the pod! It’s really fun here.” You smiled.

“Thank you for having me on.” He joked, “I think it’s safe to say that I am Pillow Talks' biggest fan.”

“I think it’s fair to say. He buys all my merch and plays every episode the second it comes out.” You explained.

He nodded, “Anyways, in today's episode we’re gonna be talking about us. It’s all about us.”

“Us.” He nodded.

“Yeah, our life, our relationship, how we met, everything.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, “So, Dougie, a little Q&A. Where did we meet?”

“We met at a game. I was still in Calgary, and she had come to shoot something for the team. She has a big following, as we know, and the team, I guess, wanted to try and engage a new audience.”

“Yeah, that’s how it happened.” You nodded, “I’m a Calgary native. My parents were born in Calgary, and so was I, so they asked me to come and shoot something to try and gain the attention of my followers, so, of course, I said yes.“

“And I was interviewing a few of the guys, and when I finally got to Dougie, he was so cute, he was stumbling over his words and stuttering. I bet if you look it up, you can find the clip." Dougie groaned, shaking his head.

"The world does not need that."

"Oh, I'm sure someone'll find it and post about it tomorrow." You laughed, "Anyways, next question, where was our first date?"

"Easy, it was at the bistro next to that library." Dougie answered, "You ordered that chicken sandwich, and said it was the best so we kept going back."

You smiled at him, "Correct." You reached over and hi-fived him, "Almost last question, what's my favorite movie?"

"Ah, that's a hard one. It's always changing depending on what mood you're in. When you're happy, it's Hairspray, when you're sad, it's Dead Poets Society. When you're in a love-y mood, it's A Walk to Remember and when you're in a fun romantic mood, it's Tangled."

"All right, last question, from me, what's my favorite food?" You asked.

"Chicken sandwiches." He smirked.

"Correct." You smiled, "You know me so well."

"I do. What's my favorite food?"

"Grilled cheese sandwiches." You answered.

"Wow, perfecto." He beamed, hi-fiving you.

"Okay, I feel like a lot of people who follow the pod don't really know much about hockey, so could you give a little summary about it?"

"Sure, I mean it's pretty easy to understand. You have a puck and you try to get it into the net." He laughed again.

"Doug..." You sighed, rolling your eyes, "Be serious."

"I am being serious. That's all it is. It's pretty much like soccer on ice. There's a bunch of different rules between soccer and hockey, but the premise of the two games are pretty similar." He explained.

You rolled your eyes, "Anyways, moving on, I posted one of those Q&A things on my Instagram story for all of you to ask questions, so we're gonna answer a few on here."

"Sounds good." Dougie nodded, setting Momo down so she could run over to you.

"All right, first question, and probably the question I get asked the most, what's it like being in a relationship with an athlete that's gone all the time?"

"I guess this question is more so for you than me." He laughed.

"I guess so, but I thought it would be good to answer it now and just get it out of the way." You rubbed your forehead, "It's hard. I mean, he's gone most of the year, so yeah it's hard. But it's also the most rewarding thing ever."

"Is it?" Dougie asked, mesmerized.

"Yeah, it is." You nodded, "We're just like any other couple, just you travel a lot and skate around on little blades, and I sit at home recording myself talking into a microphone." You shrugged.

"That's a simple way of putting it." Dougie laughed.

"All right, next question, how do you make things work with Dougie being away a lot of the year?" Dougie raised his hand, "Yes, Mr. Hamilton, do you have an answer?"

"I do." He nodded, "I mean, the way I see it is I think about all the time I get to spend with you after I come back from a road trip. Like, after a long roadie, the only thing on my mind is coming home and being with you."

You smiled, "Same. I think about all the time we get to spend together. And I think it just makes us value the time we do get to spend together a lot more. Also, I anxiously wait by the calendar, counting down the days until I get to see you again." He laughed.

"All right, next question." You clapped, "Someone asked what's your favorite and least favorite thing about your job?"

"This is a question I get a lot, and I'm sure you get questions like this all the time."

"Oh, absolutely." You nodded.

"Yeah, I guess my least favorite part of the job is being away so much." You nodded along, "I miss a lot of different milestones, especially in Y/N's life, like when she hit a million on YouTube. I wasn't there to celebrate with her, so that was a little upsetting. Do you agree?"

"Yeah, I do. That's also kind of my least favorite too. I mean, I love seeing all the photos you send, but not having you around is not my favorite part."

"My favorite part of the job is all the places I get to visit. There are some pretty cool places we get to go to while on roadies and just on the days we get to explore the city, so getting to visit different places is the best part."

"Um, my favorite part of his job is since we spend so much time apart, I think I just enjoy all the time we do get to spend with each other all the more."

"That's a really sweet answer."

"I'm just a sappy person." You shrugged.

"Someone else asked if we would be open to starting a couple's channel?" You chuckled.

Dougie smiled too, "We've actually talked about this, but I don't think that's in the future any time soon. We're both pretty busy and starting a couple's channel is kind of a bit commitment. One of which we're not ready to take on yet."

"Okay, this one says 'Do your teammates like Y/N?'" You read, looking from your phone screen back up to Dougie.

"If they don't, they've never openly told me." You gasped, throwing one of Morgan's toys on the table at him, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. They all love her." He laughed, easily dodging the toy, "They all watch her videos--"

"That's true. I've been sent videos from their partners of them watching my videos." You cut in.

"And they all listen to the podcast, and I've seen a few of them walk in to practice with Pillow Talk merch."

"Well, a big thank you to the Devils roster for supporting the pod." You smiled, "Okay, last question."

"All right, hit me." Dougie switching positions.

"All right, 'Lil Jizzy himself, Mr. Jack Hughes asked a question, and his question is what was your first impression of each other?"

"Jack asked that?" Dougie laughed, "What was my first impression of you?" He thought about it, "Well, I knew who you were before I met you, so I don't know if that counts."

"What was your first impression of me when we met?"

"Geez, okay, well I thought you were the prettiest girl I'd ever seen in my life." You blushed, "And you were kind. I think you could tell I like you and was nervous, but you paid no mind and were very polite."

"I could tell." You nodded, "It was very obvious. You were stuttering over your words and rambling. It was cute." You smiled.

"It was embarrassing." He groaned.

"Whatever." You playfully rolled your eyes, "My first impression of you was similar. I didn't really know who you were. My family knew who you were, but I didn't. So, my first impression when we first introduced ourselves was I thought you were cute too. You were so nervous so that was kind of funny." He shook his head, "I interviewed you and stuck around a little afterward to watch practice and I thought you were really good like you're really talented."

"Ahh." Dougie cooed.

"Oh, shush." You laughed. Momo let out a bark, "Yeah, daddy's being mean."

"No, he's not. Daddy thinks mommy's cute."

"Anyways, thank you for joining us on the pod today. I hope you enjoyed this highly anticipated episode and I hope it's everything you ever hoped and dreamed of. Subscribe, tell your friends, buy some merch, follow us on our social media, and watch Dougie play hockey. Love you all and I'll see you soon." You blew a kiss.

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[finelinevogue]

Can you do one where Harry take his children and YN to one of his concert and their just dancing around singing along on stage with Harry.

i love this concept so much!! i kinda of wanna make it sad though soooo it’s gonna be harry’s final show :/ hope you enjoy;

oli - 29, felix - 27, belle - 24

The concert had been amazing, but unfortunately it was coming to its’ end now.

The final show.

That’s what Harry had decided to call it; a clever play on words with reference to his first ever solo single. The last 50 years had been a rollercoaster for Harry, from growing up just a kid in Cheshire, to going on the X Factor and winning the hearts of millions and from being in the most successful band of the decade to going solo and still being absolutely beloved. Times had changed, though. Harry had changed. He had a beautiful family of 3 now, excluding his wonderful wife. His children were his universe, no question about it, but they were getting older now - Harry was getting older. He was 50 this year and with that in mind he’d decided to retire. Retiring had involved a long conversation with you, along with a bottle of red wine, about whether it was the right decision or not. But it was - is.

You had suggested he put on one final, massive show, to celebrate his life and his achievements along with all that the fans have too. Tickets were open internationally and it was being streamed on various TV outlets for those who couldn’t attend. The tickets sold within 47 seconds. 47 seconds. It was being held in the Olympic Stadium in London, because it was Harry’s home and it held the most number of people he could genuinely allow.

The concert had started with ‘Fine Line’ songs, which merged into HS1 songs with a few One Direction songs as well. The entire set list had been composed by the fans with various polls on social media, with the concert supposedly lasting 2 hours (although with support artists and a few extra surprises it was more likely going to be 3!)

It had been beautiful so far. Magical. Unforgettable.

Every chance he got, without making it grossly obvious, he looked at you. He'd told you to stick your thumbs up at him every time he caught your eye, so he knew that you were okay - and every time, you did.

The concert was coming to an end now, which everyone was dreading. How could +30 years feel like it'd only been thirty minutes? You were devastated, so you could only imagine what his fans were thinking.

"Hey!"

The end Kiwi, for the second time, strummed throughout the arena and you knew it was time for the final song. His final song.

"Mum, is this the end?" Belle asked you, from where she was standing next to you. You had been dancing together all night and gotten progressively more tired. Your feet hurt. Your throats burned. Yet, as always, it was so worth it.

"Yes, Belles, it is." You tell her, and she pouted sadly. "Dad won't want to see you sad love, okay? He can still sing to you before bed?" You teased her, reminding her of a time when Harry would do such a thing, not wanting her to be all sad. It was supposed to be a celebration, but even you could admit that is was pretty hard-hitting.

"Really mum?" She asked.

You booped her nose annoyingly, before answering. "Every night if you want him to."

The lights changed from their green tone, thanks to Kiwi, back to a bright, white light. It beamed on Harry, making him look even more like the angel that he is. He dragged his microphone back to the centre stage and took a deep breath for beginning a speech he'd told you he'd prepared.

"So this is it, my friends." He laughed sadly into the microphone. He brushed his hair back and took out his in-ears to hear the audience. They were all awwing and crying, but what else did you expect? Their favourite artist was retiring - who wouldn't be crying a river?

"I, um. I'd like to take a bit of time to thank certain people." He coughed, something he always did after performing Kiwi due to his asthma. You thought it was lovely that he'd planned a speech to thank his management and crew. They did so much work backstage and you definitely didn't think they got enough credit for their hard work.

"Okay. I've made a little list..." Harry pulled out a tiny bit of crumpled paper from his pocket. "Just in case I forget anyone." He joked to himself, but made everyone laugh anyways. "So I guess first off, I should start with you lovely people." He pointed around the whole stadium, showing he was talking about the fans. "What you have done for me is indescribable. I think to myself, everyday, am I worthy of even being here—"

"Yes!" An army of agreement echoed around the arena, making Harry stop, blush and smile to himself.

"Well thank you! Um. You have been the best fans ever, and I know you will continue to be. I know you don't owe me anything, but all I ask you to keep loving yourselves and treating people with kindness, because I know I can count on you lot to do that, for me." He sniffled at the end, making you bite your lip to prevent the tears from falling for you. He looked so vulnerable right now, but you knew he'd be feeling on top of the world.

"Jheez." He sniffles again. "That's one thank you down and i'm already crying." He looked to his band to share the joke with.

“Dad’s such a wuss.” Oli laughed, holding his arm around Beas waist, making the people around you chuckle in agreement.

“Shut up you - Mr-tears-in-your-eyes!” You pointed out, laughing as he flipped you the bird - which then got him a hit off his grandma Anne.

All of Harrys family and friends were here, in a special cornered off section. It was such a thoughtful thing for Harry to do. All his family, and a fair few of yours, were sat down along with Harrys closest friends. Everyone was sharing laughs and drinks, whilst using every inch of space to dance along to your husbands boastful music.

"Secondly, my touring family. From Jeff and Ben, to Sarah's Kitchen, Adam, Mitch, Sarah, Charlotte and Nyoh, not forgetting everyone backstage and behind the lights, music and cameras. You've all been the greatest. Everything you do is second to none. You're all talented, warm-hearted, people whom I will carry in my heart forever. Thank you." You noticed members of the crew and band starting to tear up now.

"Moving on to my boys. We've been through it all, lads, and I couldn't have asked for four better brothers than you all. Louis. Liam. Niall. Zayn. Thank you." Everyone cheered ten times louder, maybe because this was as close to a One Direction reunion as the fans were ever going to get, but definitely because Harry had mentioned Zayn. You saw a girl faint at the mere mention of all the boys in the same sentence. The boys lifted up their beers to Harry, stood close by to where you were standing.

"I guess I should say thank you to the women who made all this possible. Mum. Gem. Thank you for signing me up all those years ago. Thank you for believing in me. You've made me the - crap, sorry! - the man I am now and I love you both." Harry prayed to them both, whilst bowing, and swiftly wiped away the tears afterwards. Anne and Gemma, on the other hand, were proudly crying.

"Ol, Fix and Belles. You rascals make me get out of bed every morning and give me more of a purpose in life. You four give me so much joy and happiness. I love you all, even if you do drive me up the wall on an early Saturday morning! Thank you, my loves." You stood close to all your children, giving them the support they needed in this moment. Belle was crying against your chest, the ever-so-emotional woman she was. Felix was stood up, with Heather, with his drink raised to his dad. Oli was to your side, trying to remain cool and stoic, but you still caught the tears that ran down his face.

"Now." The audience calmed down again after awing over your babies. Harry cleared his throat before beginning again. "This evening keeps on reminding me of a very special person in my life. Someone who is my everything and that's my beautiful wife, Y/N." His words make your breath hitch in your throat. You never expected him to say anything about you. I mean, what had you done?

"Mum." Belle called out to you, in affirmation that this was real.

"She's more than just a wife. She's a lover. She's my muse. She's my best-fucking-friend, apologises for swearing but sue me. I was hesitant to let go of all this, at first. What would I do with myself now? You know? People tell me i'm 'happiest on stage', and for a time that was true. Until I met Y/N. She's made me realise that family makes me the happiest. She makes me the happiest." He jumped down off stage, taking the microphone with him. He ran his hands along the fans in the front row, but had no intention of stopping until he met you.

You felt Belle leaving your side, but you were too captivated by Harry to fully understand what was happening.

"So what am I going to do now, you ask? Well..." Harry cheekily smiled at you. "I'm going to make her the happiest woman alive, just as she makes me the happiest man." You began to cry again and the chorus of thousands of fans clapping and screaming surrounds you, only to all stop when his lips meet yours. He tasted like a combination of salty sweat and mint, but he was home. After a minute of crying, kissing and 'i love yous' , Harry ran back to the stage before Jeff could shoot him.

"Thank you all. All my love." He said whilst adjusting his microphone. "Please sing along if you know the words." He asked, full well knowing every single person will be screaming out the lyrics to him.

"Just stop you're crying it's the sign of the times. Welcome to the final show. Hope you're wearing your best clothes."

[sdvvillagers]

Families reactions for bachelorettes and bachelors expecting a baby? (｡◕‿‿◕｡) Who would be extatic about becoming grandparent/auntie and so on, and who'd be scared of new role?

First off, I am SO DANG SORRY for how long it took me to answer this.  Seriously, this ask has been in my inbox for months (along with another one that I SWEAR I’ll get to!  I’m sorry!).  Long asks like these make my brain seize up and it takes awhile to kick my brain in the pants and reboot it.  I tried to keep all responses vague in terms of spouse (for male or female partner) as well as vague in terms of pregnancy versus adoption.  Enjoy!

Alex - Evelyn and George never thought they’d see the day that they would become great-grandparents.  It seemed so far-fetched that they’d never really considered it as an option, not even when Alex got married.  It wasn’t until they actually heard Alex announce that he was going to be a father that the reality set in.  Evelyn was so overjoyed she burst into tears, beckoning Alex over to her so she could squeeze him as hard as her frail arms possibly could.  George was happy, of course, but more than anything he was proud.  Not only proud of Alex and what a wonderful father he would be, but admittedly proud of himself for living so full a life that he lived long enough to see himself become a great-grandfather.

Sam - Jodi has been excited about the prospect of having grandchildren ever since Sam was born.  Having a family and children of her own is rewarding, she can’t deny that, but there’s something different about grandkids.  She saw the way her own parents interacted with Sam and later Vincent, and saw a far more carefree relationship.  Grandparents don’t have to be disciplinarians, they don’t have to enforce strict bedtimes or limit sugar intake, they don’t have to clean up after messes or potty train.  Jodi loves being a mother when it comes to interacting with her children, it’s everything else that gets overwhelming.  Jodi definitely shrieks in excitement when Sam announces that he’s going to be a father.  Kent, usually a quiet and stoic man, will struggle to hold back his emotions as he congratulates his son.  It isn’t until later when he has a moment alone that he properly processes the news and finally allows himself to feel properly excited about it.  So much of his own children’s lives was missed by him, he hopes he can be a more present in the life of his grandchild.  And Vincent… well, Vincent is just tickled by the idea that he’ll be an uncle before he even turns 10 and will insist that everyone start calling him “Uncle Vincent” before the baby even arrives.

Seb - Robin has NO CHILL when it comes to Seb announcing that he’s going to be a father.  For years Robin worried about Seb, concerned that he would be a hermit forever and would never live a life outside of the basement.  Seeing Seb flourish the way he has and meet someone new was rewarding enough and even once Seb was in a relationship, Robin wasn’t sure if children were ever on his radar.  He didn’t seem like he wanted kids in his life and Robin still would have been happy for him even if he never pursued having children… at least that’s what she thought until the moment Seb announced he was going to be a father.  Full-on freakout on Robin’s part.  Demetrius is outwardly proud of Sebastian and congratulates him, but a part of Demetrius is worried.  His relationship as a father figure to Sebastian never really worked out and he wonders what his place will be in the life of Sebastian’s child and whether he will be treated as a grandfather or not.  Maru is SO excited to become an auntie, already she starts thinking of all the cool and fun things she wants to do with her niece/nephew.  She’s bound and determined to be the stereotypical “fun aunt”.

Shane - Marnie has spent most of her life worrying about Shane for various reasons; worried about his alcohol dependence, worried about his depression, worried about his loneliness, worried about his future.  When Shane finally does meet someone, Marnie is ecstatic.  Of course someone new will never fix a person in itself, having a partner at least helps to motivate Shane to get his life on the right track.  Marnie is absolutely thrilled when Shane announces he’s going to be a father and this is one area where she’s not worried one bit.  She’s seen how he is with Jas and what a wonderful father figure he’s been to her, Marnie’s just happy that he’ll have the chance to have this experience from the beginning.  As for Jas, she couldn’t be happier.  It’s always been a bit lonely for her, it’s been tough for her to find her place in the family dynamic.  But with Shane getting married and now a new baby arriving, Jas finally feels like she’s settling into a family and becoming part of something she’s always wanted.

Abigail - Caroline and Pierre are so proud of the woman that Abi has grown into.  Yes, they had their disagreements as Abi was growing up and even into her young adulthood, but those were all overcome once Abi started to make a life for herself.  It was worrisome to both Caroline and Pierre when Abi was so carefree and didn’t have a direction she wanted to go in life, it seemed like the last thing in life she wanted was to settle down and live a domestic life.  Apparently all Abi needed was to find the right person to complement her and everything fell into place.  Abi is still the somewhat rebellious girl she had been and there’s still many things Pierre and Caroline will never understand about her, but it at least brings them comfort to see her happy.  When she announces that she’s going to be a mother, Pierre and Caroline are relieved and overjoyed.  It was never anything they thought would happen to them when their only child was so outwardly against domesticity, but they’re so happy that she found a way to live that life and still be happy.

Emily - When Emily announces that she is going to be a mother, Haley literally SHRIEKS in excitement.  At this point in her life Haley might not be ready for a baby, but that doesn’t mean she’s not completely excited to have one in her life.  What follows is the biggest shopping trip of Haley’s life, she finds herself buying more in preparation for the new baby than even Emily does.  No niece or nephew of Haley’s will go unspoiled.  She can’t wait to be the cool aunt.

Haley - It’s strange for Emily when she hears that Haley will be a mother.  Most of Emily’s life was spent caring for Haley more as her mother than as her sister, it isn’t until recently that they’ve been able to find a happy place in their relationship where Emily can finally feel like a sister.  Now the dynamic is changing once again and Emily feels more like a grandmother than an auntie, the connection to Haley and her child is that strong.  Somehow calling herself an aunt just doesn’t seem powerful enough, it doesn’t seem worthy enough.  Emily knows she will be more than just an aunt to Haley’s child and has ever intention of treating her niece or nephew the way any grandmother would.

Maru - Robin and Demetrius beam with pride when Maru announced that she’s going to be a mother.  While Demetrius always focused more on Maru’s success in her studies and her career, Robin always worried in the back of her mind if this measure of success was the only one Maru would cling to.  Robin hoped that Maru would learn that her success could be measured just as much by her personal relationships and family life and that Maru was smart enough and driven enough to have it all.  Seeing Maru in a happy relationship and hearing the news that she’s starting a family is a relief to Robin to see that she never devalued having a family and it’s a relief to Demetrius to see that his motivated daughter is living a full life.  Sebastian isn’t outwardly excited about the prospect of being an uncle, then again there isn’t much he’s outwardly excited about.  Inwardly, though, he’s strangely looking forward to being an uncle.  Yes, it will be awkward and he’s certainly never been a fan of babies or even small children, but somehow the idea of playing Solarian Chronicles with his niece or nephew many years from now is a vision he can’t stop seeing and enough to get him actually excited.

Penny - Pam knows how long Penny has waited for this moment and it’s for that reason that Pam is actually quite worried for her.  Pam knows how much the idea of being a wife and mother has been glorified in Penny’s mind but Pam understands from experience just how difficult parenting can really be.  It’s hard to truly make someone understand just how hard parenting can be and that it’s not the beautiful, rewarding experience it can sometimes be painted as.  Parenting can be soul-crushing, it can be exhausting, it can be overwhelming, and Pam worries that Penny might not be ready for that aspect of it.  Of course Pam is thrilled at the news that she’ll be a grandmother, but a part of her is also worried about what kind of grandmother she’ll be.  She fully acknowledges that she wasn’t exactly the best mother in the world and that somehow Penny turned out okay in spite of that.  Being told that she’ll be a grandmother gives Pam some relief that maybe she’ll get a second chance… she just hopes she won’t screw it up.

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

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New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

 You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

 Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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Meet Cute (GN!Reader/Mothman)

Pairing: GenderNeutral!Reader/Male!Mothman

Genre: Cryptids

Warnings: Car accidents, descriptions of bruisings and pain

Word Count: 2564 words

Summary: After an incident, You find yourself in the care of a rather strange savior.

Request: Hey, long time fan, but I could never think of anything to request! I was wondering if cryptids were considered monsters here? Would you be willing to write a meet-cute with Mothman? Maybe something along the lines of them saving the reader from a disaster and sparks fly, and boy, if that's not a pun: like a moth to a flame. Mothman can be man or gender neutral, and I'd like the reader to be gender neutral! But everything is to your discretion! Have fun~! And thank you~!

He doesn’t usually do this.

As he cradles your neck, feeling the microfibers of human hair at the base of your skull and your thrumming heartbeat, it feels as if you could shatter apart in his talons. Your pupils flutter behind your eyelids, the pain of the collison definitely affecting you, even in your near-unconscious state. He sets you down on the scraps of thrown away jackets and ratty down-comforters, paying extra attention to your head and side, where splotches of purple and yellow already bloom up your ribcage. You easily fall into the warmth of the pile, snuggling into the fabric.

He sighs, anxiety decreasing as your body relaxes. Having already checked you, he thinks you should last a night before needing to go to a human hospital, just to double-check. He perches by you, tuning the ancient radio to a subtle night-time station, and waits.

Your chest flutters rhythmically, peacefully. Your features seem to shine in the firelight, catching the shadows and giving the appearance of a Baroque painting. So serene for someone just hit by a car.

He sighs.

He just hopes you won’t freak out.

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You wake up in a jerk, immediately filled with regret as your right side screams in pain. You clench your teeth, hand immediately checking your ribs as the memories of last night come flooding back.

You had been walking back home after a night out with your friends. You weren’t drunk, barely even tipsy, but had decided to walk the short path to your tiny house anyway. It was quick, just a 5 minute jaunt by the side of the highway and away from the bar. Just enough time for some asshole to swerve off the side of the road, send you flying, and take off without a care for the deer they assumed they just killed.

It takes a little while longer for you to process that you are definitely not in a hospital right now; Not even in your own house, or any house for that matter. A dying fire crackles nearby, the rising sun beams peaking through makeshift curtains attached to a structure of branches. You sit in a small pallet of fabric, right next to a collection of newspapers and old cctvs.

It’s ramshackle, sure, but well-loved. It doesn’t look like a permanent residence, but is lived-in nonetheless.

“Are you feeling alright?”

A calm tenor breaks the silence, causing you to shoot your eyes away from your surroundings and to focus on the person across from you.

Well, person probably isn’t the right word.

His eyes, even in the morning light, flash with red. They’re huge, set deeply into his face with very indistinguishable features. His neck is nestled into a large amount of fluff, reminiscent of winter scarf, that extends back into his large wings, which are tucked behind him. The antennas that flicker on top of his head are distinctly insect-like, but his long, muscular body and hands are more mammalian. Not human, but more similar to an animal. His hands are long and near-spindly, each finger ended with a long claw.

All these features should come together into an uncanny-valley, terror-inducing nightmare. But there’s something about his voice, the way he sits, so cautious yet concerned, that says the contrary.

“U-Uh...I think so.” You shift your body, a lightning bolt of pain shoots through your ribs and you wince. “I’ve felt better, though.” You tentatively lean down and touch your side, trying to check for a fracture without hurting yourself even more.

The creature stands up, wings still closed and kept to his back, and walks over to you.

“Would you mind if I checked your injuries? I have some experience with collisions such as yours.”

After a second, you nod. He steps closer to you, still moving at a micro-speed, and his hands slowly begin to wander up your side. You suck in a breath, but are more afraid of the potential pain than him. His slow, southern drawl reminds you of old movies and your grandpa, radiating comfort with almost every word. Plus, whatever he was, he had shown you more compassion than the human asshole who had hit you last night, so you felt a little more relaxed having him this close.

Nevertheless, he treats you gingerly, fingers just grazing your bruised side. You wince as his index finger finds a particularly dark bruise, and the creature quickly pulls back.

“I’m fine, I’m fine, it just-fuck that hurt.”

The creature nods but doesn’t move to touch you again.

“Does it hurt when you breathe deeply?”

You shake your head. You had been taking calming breaths to assuage the anxiety of waking up in what might be a monster’s den.

The monster hums, a light chittering sound, like several wind chimes all at once. He reaches over to a small, nearly-rotted, medicine bag in the corner and pulls out an ancient-looking jar of pain cream. He gingerly slides it towards you. “You may try this, it might relieve the pain for a while. Although you should probably see a human doctor to see if you’ve sustained any serious damage to your ribcage.”

You uncork the cream and tentatively dab a bit on your fingers, looking up with a  shaky smile to your savior.

“Uh, t-thank you. For everything-”

Growl

Your hand jerks to your stomach, face going flush as you accidentally brush against your swollen side. The creature perks up.

“I believe I have some human food. Would you like some?”

Sucking in a quick breath, trying to hide the tiny pain and your embarrassment, you nod.

The creature stands up, fumbling with the remains of a kitchen cabinet. From his hunched posture, you’d guess this tiny shelter isn’t big enough for his full height. With his long fingers, he reaches and flicks on the radio. The sounds of a local station’s jingle filters through the air as he grabs a can of beans from a shelf.

You slowly begin to rub in the medication to your side, occasionally looking up at your savior as he flutters around his den. Despite his extended limbs and large body, every movement is very similar to that of a human’s; He moves around the make-shift kitchen like a doting partner, a thought which brings a small blush to your face.

The illusion is shattered when he tears the top of the can clean off, cutting through the metal like a hot knife through butter. As he turns to rekindle the fire and start your breakfast, you quickly look back to your wound, trying to hide your curiosity.

The creature lazily stirs your breakfast as a song begins playing on the radio. The strumming bass is perfect for the morning haze, the low drawl of the singer rhythmic and relaxing. You notice the creature bobbing his head, humming along to the tune. His voice sounds slightly distorted, squeaking like the crackle of tv static. You find you quite like it.

The silence returns, filled only by the radio and the crackling fire. The creature's disposition is amicable, but you're still not sure how to initiate small talk.

“Um, thank you, again. For everything. You really saved my ass.”

The creature gestures with their hand as if to say “No problem.”

“I saw that man hit you with that car and take off. As you were hidden from the road, I thought it best I intervene.” The creature pulls off the now-cooked beans and grabs a spoon, handing the can to you. You take it eagerly, another rumble growling from your stomach. You hadn’t realized how hungry you were, foregoing all table manners to scarf down the breakfast.

“If I am being honest, I don’t typically interact with humans in such a….direct manner.”

“Ah, I guess that,” You eyes do another survey of his gangly, inhuman appearance, “makes sense.”

The creature nods, grabbing an apple before sitting across the fire from you. You can tell he is tense, probably waiting with baited breath for you to come to your senses and scream. There is a small part of you that wants too, desperately, but you silence it with a large mouthful of beans. The apple is tossed back and forth between the creatures hands, his eyes locked on the fire. The curiosity of how he eats things sneaks its way into your thought process. “Do you have a name?”

The creature perks, pausing it’s movements and looking at you with its large, red eyes.

“.....I’ve heard humans call me Mothman. I think it is quite accurate.”

You nod, swallowing down another bite of beans. “Do you...like that name?”

The creature doesn’t respond, eyes still piercing into your heart. His face has a small micro-expression, but you’re not sure you can read it. “Because my brother always said first impressions are the perfect time to reinvent yourself, so I could call you something else if you wanted?”

The creature's eyes flicker, in a movement you think is slight shock, before his eyes roll back to the fire. The small light of the fire flatters the dark black of his fur (You think it’s fur?) and only accentuate his large eyes, flashing and reflecting like rubies. In his relaxed position, he sort of looks….handsome.

“You may call me Mothman. Thank you for asking.”

You nod, letting the strumming banjo of a new song on the radio fill the void. The bouncy beat has you unconsciously bobbing your head as you scoop a spoonful.

“I love this song.” You mutter, lamenting how you're almost out of food to stuff your mouth with.

Mothman hums in agreement. “Me as well, this station is my favorite.”

Given your empty bean can, you take the leap into a conversation.

“Do you have a favorite kind of music genre?”

Mothman fiddles with the stem of his apple, brow (if it can even be called that) furrowing.

“I guess I never thought of what my favorite would be. I mostly listen to whatever the radio plays, enjoyable or not. Though,” Mothman points his thumb to the radio, “I love the sound this instrument makes, though I am unsure what it is called. It’s almost like….”

Mothman’s voice begins to make a squeaking trill, one extremely similar to that of plucked strings, although much sharper and shorter.

“Oh, you mean the banjo? Uh, the one that goes like-” You try your best to imitate the chords of the banjo, unconsciously moving your fingers to imitate playing. It’s not nearly as musical as Mothmans’, but his eyes widen and he nods excitedly.

“Yes! Yes, that sound is very pleasant. I’d say any music with that in it is my favorite.”

“Ah, country, that’s a really popular one around here. Have you ever heard ‘Goodbye Earl’ by The Chicks?”

Mothman shakes his head. Your face drops in surprise.

“Oh, it’s so good, it’s about-” As you lean over to give a long spiel about the song, another bolt of pain shoots up your side, forcing you to bite your cheek so as to not cry out. You keel over your legs, clutching your rib cage.

Right, car accident.

In a second, Mothman is next to you, tentatively laying a hand on your shoulder. His fingertips just barely brush your skin, yet you can still feel a slight fuzziness, the same that covers his whole body.

“You might want to see a human doctor, soon.” You suck in through your teeth, slowly adjusting yourself back upwards. “Yeah, yeah, that’s probably a smart idea.

“I can take you as far as the end of the highway, if you’d like to call a friend or a cab.”

You nod, not trusting your voice to stay steady. Mothman’s other hand slowly moves to your other hip, only applying a modicum of pressure.

“May I help you stand up?” He almost-whispers, a hot breath of air blowing across the side of your neck as he speaks. A shiver runs down your spine as his large fingers play gently against your skin, covering a good portion of your pelvis. You’re thankful you can explain away any blush with the pain. You nod once more.

The two of you stand up gingerly, Mothman almost extending to his full height and brushing the blanket-ceiling with his antennae. You take a couple of small steps, the pain in your side taking the occasional moment to sting you.

Your eyes squint as you exit the encampment, sun already fully risen and in your face.

“If at any point you feel uncomfortable or in pain, let me know.”

You turn your head towards Mothman, but before you can ask any questions he sweeps you up in a bridal carry and extends his wings in one motion. From the corner of your eyes you can see dark red patterns that swirl on them, invisible until caught by the sunlight. Your hands instinctively lace around his neck, fingers tucking into the soft fluff of his neck. Mothman gives you a quick nod and what you think is an assuring smile

Without a word, you two take off.

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You two fly low to the ground, Mothman expertly maneuvering through the trees and underbrush as he glides along the highway. You’re sure if you were to drive by, he’d look like a flickering shadow in the woods, nothing more.

He sets you down by the edge of town, just out of sight of the semi-busy main street. You basically collapse to your feet, heart pounding with adrenaline and mind wracked with “Holy fuck, I just flew with the goddamn Mothman.”

“This is where I must depart. Do you think you can find suitable transportation to the hospital from here?”

You nod, still trying to wrestle your vocabulary from ‘What the fuck, Holy shit, Oh my god.’

Mothman gives you another smile and comforting nod, patting you on the shoulder.

“Very good. Good luck on your travels. Oh, and try not to be hit by any cars, alright?”

With a playful glare from you, Mothman begins to unfurl his wings and ready himself to fly back into the woods, buut before he can-

“Wait! Uh….” Mothman halts, wings still wide open. Your mouth and mind stagger, not even sure what you wanted to say. “I have some old country cassettes back at my place. If I found my mom’s old WalkMan I could….show them to you? Some time, maybe? Give you a chance to be your own radio DJ?”

Mothman’s face remains relatively neutral, but the way his antennae unfurl and his wings slightly perk upwards betrays his interest. It’s extremely adorable, like a little kid who hears the word ‘ice cream.’

“Yes, I think I would love that.”

“A-Awesome.” You breath out, not realizing how long you had held it in. “Same place, maybe next Saturday? Though hopefully I won’t be thrown in there by a car this time.”

Mothman lets out a series of squeaks, which you assume is his laugh. He gives you a thumbs up. “Cool, it’s a date.”

With the last word, you walk away, still hobbling with your probably-fractured rib, a large smile on your face.

As Mothman flies away, the cold wind of a West Virginia morning blowing across his body, he can’t deny the certain warmth that radiates from his chest.

I have a date.

[leoalvarez-clowncarcommittee]

(First mini fic with Chase and Leo from my playlist. I hit shuffle and got this first so... Enjoy the darkness song on my playlist for an opener I guess lmao)

Chase/Leo: Free Fall Without a Parachute

I toss and turn in hot, uncomfortable and sticky sheets. The air conditioner is off and only a ceiling fan spins uselessly - doing nothing more than tossing hot and wet air around the room in circles. The heat wakes me from dream. One that felt so real... The choking stagnation causes me to sigh in defeat. Now that I'm fully awake the dream slips from my mind. I pull the blanket off myself and scan the room for Leo. He's almost always next to me and I don't know how to feel without him hear. I can't hear or smell him nearby so I try to listen for him. The sound of baritone humming and singing from down the hallway catches my ears. He must be making breakfast for us.

I smile, knowing that it’s all real. Leo’s still here for me, even after everything I put him through, after everything we went through together. It’s been some time now… since I decided to stay with him here in Echo. Finishing school after what happened those few nights was hard. I still had nightmares about what those assholes put us through. It’s always been a mystery to me, how bad the whole 'Hysteria' really got. Everyone else went through something I can only describe as supernatural... But not me and Leo. Just the two of us together through it all - And just two fucking meth’ed out rednecks tearing us apart. But Leo kept me safe that night so, here I am... with him back in Echo.

I give up on sleeping but still fallback to laying in the messy and hot sheets, to lazy to get up. My mouth is dry and I’m dehydrated but I know Leo will come for me soon. I lay my head down and try to relax but the room starts to spin. Deep purples and reds swirl past my eyes and with every passing moment and it just keeps getting worse. The walls are getting smaller and right before I scream for help, My Wolf comes bouncing around the corner, breakfast in hand. “Mornin’ Chula!” His voice and smile snaps me from the bout of delusions.

The room is still and the colors are back to normal for a second. Leo walks through the doorway, his red fur staining the room a warm wine color, light filtering peacefully through the window shining off his coat. “Morning Leo.” I beam at him in response. HIs tail wags rapidly as I begin to set up our in-bed food tray we got for ourselves for lazy mornings. Once its set up Leo places our meals on the tray and bounces up over me onto the far side of the bed, then onto and through the underside of the tray, all so we can cuddle together as the delicious smell of his admittedly mediocre food washes over me.

I curl myself into his embrace, placing my head under his chin so we fit together perfectly, just like I know he loves. His burly left arm pulls me closer as we share a moment together. It’s peaceful and quiet. The sound of my growling tomach is what finally causes us to pull apart in embarrassment and a fit of giggles. “Let's dig in big guy, ya?” Leo nods his head in confirmation as we quietly eat together in bed. Leo’s presence is so comforting to me. I feel safe with him nearby, like he somehow turns off the noise in my head. I turn to look at his handsome face but I’m greeted to the sight of him chewing wildly and messly. He catches my gaze and covers his mouth trying to hide how sloppy he was. I laugh and use the ruined sheets to wipe his mouth. “Sorry Nutria, didn’t mean to make a mess!” I sigh, content with the situation. We needed new sheets anyways.

“Nothing to worry about Leo.” We smile at each other and both go back to enjoying the meal together in peace.

After we both finish eating, Leo takes the plates and tray to the kitchen to clean while I stew in the room by myself. It's not long before the heat gets to me again and a familiar red glint fills my vision. I curl my tail over my body holding it meekly. These - These things I see are different from what I used to see... The accompanying headache creeps over me as I lay balled up on the bed. The sensation of someone pounding on the back of my eyes and the inside of my skull reverberates through my bones and face. It’s always like this when I’m alone or when it's too hot out even when I was back in Pueblo finishing my degree after that night. My senior year was the hardest by far. Along with the new headaches, Jenna hadn't spoken to me after that night and any online contact from Carl and Flynn went radio silent. Ever since Brian and Duke c-

The sound of a rapidly wagging tail smacking into narrow walls snaps me back to myself again. Leo bounces back into bed and we’re cuddling again despite me sweating. His ability to shrug off the desert heat while it suffocates me is something we're gonna have to work on more now that we live together. “Leo turn on the air, it’s soooo hotttt” I whine in my twinkiest voice - it helps him listen to me faster.

“Oh I was meaning to talk to you about that Chase.” I turn to him and listen patiently, droping the bratty act. “Money around here is going to be a bit tight for a bit. My uh… my parents fired me.” I gasp and cover my mouth with my paws. The webbing is cracked and dried. “Said they didn’t appr-approve of us anymore.” Leo’s voice goes quite and I can see tears forming in his eyes. His voice raises an octave and he whimpers as he holds my hands, pulling them from my maw. He usually doesn’t drop his guard even around me. But I know this is tearing him up inside. It’s tearing me up too. Aside from our income being cut, his parents have always been extremely supportive of us. My parents cut me off too, for some reason, and Leo’s parents who had always been a second family to me now doing the same is making me burn up inside.

On shaky breathe I ask “Why Leo, why would they do that?” Leo responds by sobbing into his paws. I’ve never seen him break down like this… even when he rescued me that night. I don’t remember much, nothing but a large, red form pulling from the mines and away from that psychotic bear. The doctors said all the bloodloos might affect my memory and it was a miracle I pulled through. They said my boyfriend cauterizing the wounds was enough to save me till the next morning. It’s funny, I also remember laying on Leo's kitchen floor screaming in pain as he burnt the wounds closed but I don’t remember Brian making them in the mineshaft. Maybe it’s better that I don’t remember what Brian did to me...

I shake myself from my dark thoughts to remember to hug Leo to try and comfort him. My mind wanders as I absently pet him. The money is an issue. Even with my degree it’s hard to find work, a couple online magazines here and there but it's barely enough. Especially after my parents decided not to help with the few loans I had to take even though they said they would. I always knew my mom and dad didn’t approve of Leo and me being together. Us deciding to move in together after school was what made them pull funding. It pissed me off to no end, like the lies Jenna and even fucking Carl told them about Leo.

The anger makes my headache start back up, even though Leo is right next to me. I wince past the pain and hold him close, cuddling him for once as he cries. Leo's apologizing for putting us in this situation. I know it’s not his fault. He always knows what's best for us though. He has to… He has to know right? Because if he didn’t … I click two fingers together finally remembering what I dreamt about.

I need to Leo about my dream. If he knows how I felt maybe it would snap him out of it. “Hey Leo,” He turns to me, sobs calming down enough for me to talk. I continue when I know he can hear me. “I had a dream last night,” He’s paying attention now. Deep and focused. “And in my dream I took a knife to you.” it... It wasn't a good dream.

“Chase?” His voice is questioning and terse, now back to his ‘regular’ octave. His accent is thick as he tries to analyze what I'm saying. “I slit your throat from ear to ear. The wound was gasping for the air…” I trail off not wanting to finish even though I HAVE to tell him. It was such an ugly dream.

“Chase why are you telling me this? Why are you saying it like that.” I can’t read his emotions anymore.

“Chase?” Leo’s scared again. Both my paws are around his throat. My stumps ache as I ‘stand’ on them for leverage. I don’t know why I want to hurt Leo. Why those thoughts would drive me to that. I've been through much trying to stay with Leo, why would I throw it away like this. Finishing school in a wheelchair was hard enough but everyone leaving me… leaving me alone with Leo, was harder. But I know we could make it together. We would have to, because Leo knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t lie to me when he tells me he does, even though every day it gets harder - it gets worse. More and more alone… and, and because if he was lying about that. Then that means he’s a liar. And if he was a liar.

“Your sceam so clear. But every dream could never come true.” I grip the hot and sticky sheets… If my dreams were true then that means, that means…

The sheets gripped in my paws are stained red from that night. It's been more than a year and that sick fuck hasn't changed them, from what he did to me. He couldn't be fucking could he? It would mean I was crazy and my friends and family weren’t when they told me what they saw. But I know better. I know Leo. He wouldn't lie to me. I know that fucking bear was insnae, of course he’d torture me like that, so I couldn’t esacpe his sick mass grave shit. He probably fucking ate them, that’s why we never found anything when the police looked in the mines. That sick fuck would do something like that. I fucking hate him. I fuckng hate him. I fucking hate him. I want to tear is fucking throat out, I want to rip his fucking windpipe out with my bare fucking claws I want to -

My vision burns red as the pounding at the front of my skull starts again and I collapse into him. Leo strokes my tail and head. He calls me his Chula and Love and all of the kind words and all of his sickly sweet nicknames as I pass out in his arms, the pain and anger to much to bare.

[waitimcomingtoo]

Chemistry on the Couch

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

submitted by @elevenspeter

Masterlist

“You have a celebrity crush, don’t you Tom?” Graham instigated as he leaned forward curiously on his knee. Tom didn’t have to think twice to know who he was referring to. There was only one girl that had been living rent free in Toms mind since he was a child, and that was you.

“I do. Ever since I was little, I had the biggest crush on Y/n L/n, the actress.” Tom began with a shy smile. “And I mean the biggest crush. To the point where my parents had her movies playing on the TV all day long to keep me from crying. To this day, I could recite all her lines because I have seen it so many times.”

“That’s so cute.” Emily Blunt, another guest on the couch, gushed. “I bet she’d be happy to hear you fancied her.”

“And whats this I hear about kissing the TV?” Graham giggled to himself.

“I-“ ,Tom cut himself off to laugh in embarrassment as the rest of the audience laughed, “I was convinced she was my girlfriend so I would kiss the TV whenever she was on the screen.” He shrugged in his defense as the audience erupted into laughter. “It drove my dad mad because I got saliva all over the television but my mum thought it was sweet.”

“Aw.” Graham pouted. “So you were a big fan?”

“I was obsessed with that girl from the time I was five until I was about 31.” Tom confirmed.

“How old are you now?” Emily wondered.

“24.” Tom stated, eliciting a laugh from the audience.

“How adorable.” Graham looked out at the crowd with a deviant smile. “And that’s exactly what we told her when we asked her to be on the show tonight. Y/n, come on out.”

Tom’s heart stopped momentarily as Graham looked behind him and waved. His eyes slowly went up as the sound of high heels on tile sounded over the roar of the crowd.

“Oh no.” Tom gulped. Strapped into those high heels were mile long legs wrapped in a tight black dress, all topped off with your perfect face. Tom had spent years loving you through a screen, and now you were walking towards him.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Y/n L/n!” Graham announced as you came out from backstage with a cheery smile. The audience became deafening as you walked towards the couch but Tom couldn’t hear a thing. His heart had yet to kickstart as he watched you with wide eyes.

“Hi!” You waved warmly to the crowd before hugging Graham hello. Tom looked down in disbelief as you made your way through the guests, hugging each one and greeting them hello. His heart pounded in his ears as you got closer and before he knew it, his life long crush was standing in front of him.

“Hi, Tom. I’m Y/n.” You smiled brightly as you opened your arms to him. Tom nearly jumped out of his seat and gulped as your eyes met his. It might’ve been the lights, but he could’ve sworn your eyes sparkled like they were coated in glitter.

“Yeah.” Tom sputtered, forgetting every word in the English language. The audience laughed at Toms stiffness, but you didn’t. You held his gaze and gave him an assuring smile, silently telling him to relax.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You continued, your arms still open to him. Tom snapped out of his daze and stepped into your arms, resting his head on your shoulder with a child like smile. He was convinced he was dreaming until your lightly curled hair was tickling his face as you embraced, telling him that this was really happening.

“It’s nice to meet you too, darling.” He mumbled happily in your ear. You pulled away but kept your hands on his shoulders, smiling brightly at him when you noticed how red his cheeks were.

“I like your accent.” You told him, keeping one hand on his shoulder as the both of you sat down. All that space on the couch and you chose the spot next to him, something that sent a flurry of butterflies into Toms tummy.

“I like yours too.” He said with a soft smile, never taking his eyes off you. He spent so many years watching you on his television screen, watching you grow up and mature, but nothing could prepare him for the beauty in front of him now. He was enchanted by you, everything about you, and it was making it hard to focus on anything else. He was in a bright room full of people with multiple cameras on him, but all he could see was you.

“Thank you.” You giggled. “You’re Spiderman, right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Tom nodded, mouth drying out. “You know about me?”

“Of course I do. Who doesn’t know about the cutest Spider-Man to date?” You nudged him slightly, his eyes staying glued to your arm as you touched him.

“Did everyone else hear that?” He looked out at the audience with doe eyes.

“We heard it.” Graham nodded with a laugh.

“Just making sure.” Tom beamed, still reeling from your compliment. You were the most heavenly creature to walk the planet in Toms opinion, and you thought he was cute. Just about every dream he had ever had was coming true all at once, and he was loving every second.

“Now Tom, we have a picture that your mother sent in. Look how cute.” Graham gushed as he turned to his monitor. A picture of a young Tom appeared and the audience, as well as all the guests on the couch, fawned over it. In the picture, he was kissing the TV that was paused on a scene from one of your movies. You laughed in delight and absentmindedly squeezed Tom’s hand.

“Aw. We already had our first kiss and I didn’t even know it.” You teased him, scooting a little closer to him on the couch. You hadn’t let go of his hand yet, but he wasn’t complaining.

“I am so sorry.” Tom shook his head in embarrassment and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

“Don’t be. As long as I know about the next one, I’ll be fine.” You shrugged, looking at him through your eyelashes. Tom gulped at the thought of a next kiss, especially if you were the one suggesting it. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were flirting with him.

“Now, you two have actually met before.” Graham said as he pointed between the two of you. You looked at Tom in confusion, letting go of his hand to brush a stay curl off your face.

“Have we?” You asked him. He nodded, trying not to let the disappointment of you letting go of his hand show on his face.

“Yeah. We met many years ago at the Secret Life of Arietty premier because you were in the American version and I was in the British version.”

“Oh My God!” Your eyes widened. “Wait, I do remember you! You were so sweet.”

“Was I? I wouldn’t know, I blacked out.” Tom joked, making you laugh cheerfully.

“Tom’s mother graced us with a home video. Now, this was taken after the premier right?” Graham asked as he turned his attention back to the monitor behind him.

“Oh, God.” Tom sighed, knowing exactly what was coming. “This was after the premier when I could not stop bouncing off the walls because I met you. I think my parents recorded it specifically to embarrass me in front of Y/n one day.”

“Lets take a look, shall we?” Graham asked the audience as the home video began to play.

“Who did you meet?” You heard Tom’s mother’s voice from behind the camera. On the screen was a grainy video of teenage Tom, clad in a shiny suit and wide grin. His face was splashed with freckles and acne, he had a mole on his chin, and his teeth hadn’t quite straightened out yet, but you thought he was the cutest thing imaginable.

“I met Y/n!” He gushed, taking a deep breath as if he still didn’t believe it. He was pacing around his kitchen, slightly loosening his neck tie as he went.

“Yay!” He mom cheered. “Where did you meet her?”

“We were at the Secret Life of Arietty premier and she came up to me and she hugged me and we took a picture and she was so pretty.” He rambled, all his words coming out in one breath. You laughed loudly at the video, resting your hand on Tom’s knee as you continued to watch.

“What did she say to you?” His mom asked from behind the camera.

“She said she likes my accent!” He practically screamed as he tugged on his tie. “She said she likes my accent when hers is so pretty. She’s so pretty.”

“Yay! Tommy’s so excited. He just met his dream girl.” His mom chuckled.

“Mum, did you see me? Did you see her hug me?” Tom asked as he bounced up and down. “She smelled so good. Like Christmas.”

The video faded to black and the monitor turned off, the audience clapping as it concluded.

“That was so cute! Tom, I’m gonna die.” You pouted, turning to him and squeezing his knee.

“Please don’t die. We’re just getting to know each other.” Tom laughed, putting his hand over yours and squeezing it. He was never normally this bold, especially not with girls he fancied since childhood, but something about you gave him a confidence he didn’t hate.

“That was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You were so excited.” You gushed, your own flock of butterflies erupting in your tummy.

“I’m having the exact same reaction right now, just internally.” He gestured to himself, making you laugh.

“Really?” You asked, liking his attention more than you thought you would.

“Obviously.” He laughed. “I had the biggest crush on you growing up.”

“I think I have a crush on you now.” You half joked, half meant entirely.

“Oooo, looks like we have a love connection on the couch tonight.” Graham wiggled his eyebrows. “So Y/n, Tom’s seen all your movies. Have you seen his?”

“No, I haven’t.” You shook your head and looked at Tom.

“I have copies back in my hotel room if you want to see them.” He said innocently, not wanting the interaction to end after the show was done.

“How bold of you, Tom.” Graham snorted, making the audience murmur with excitement.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Tom said quickly, not wanting to offend you. His cheeks were bright red as the crowd misinterpreted his statement. You felt bad for him and shut him up before he could apologize further.

“I know you didn’t.” You patted his arm. “Can we watch them after the show? I’d love to see you in action.”

“You want to?” He asked in surprise, face heating up once again.

“Yeah, I do.” You nodded. “I want to see your work.”

“You hear that Tom? She wants to see you in action.” Graham said wickedly, also trying to start trouble.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re a host, not a match maker.”

“Why can’t the man be both?” Tom shrugged, not particularly mad at the flirting that was going on.

“Careful there, Spiderman.” You warned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Tom shot back, feeling confident enough to test his luck with you.

“I’ll guess we’ll find out tonight, won’t we?” You gave him a once over as you leaned back on the couch.

“Tonight?” He furrowed his eyebrows, not knowing what you meant.

“In your hotel room.” You said simply. “I meant what I said. I wanna see you in action.”

“Okay.” Tom swallowed thickly, trying not to show how nervous he was. “I’ll show you my movies.”

“Awesome.” You smiled brightly at him. “It’s a date.”

~

“This is my room.” Tom said unenthusiastically as he turned on the lights in his hotel room. “If you see boxers on the floor, they’re not mine.”

“Then who’s are they?” You snorted. “Are you and Jake Gyllenhaal filming Broke Back Mountain 2 without telling anyone?”

“No, no. They’re mine.” Tom quickly corrected. “And don’t bring up Broke Back Mountain around me. I had no idea what it was about before I watched it and I still can’t look at fishing rods without blushing.”

“You’re too cute.” You laughed at him as you slid out of your high heels.

“Thanks.” Tom smiled sheepishly. “I’m gonna get the movie ready.”

“I’ll be right there. I just have to get out of this dress.” You called from the bathroom. “Are you okay with me wearing the hotel robe? I promise I won’t get any makeup on it. Not on the outside, at least.”

“Here. This might be more comfortable.” Tom appeared in the doorway with a hoodie and a pair a sweatpants.

“Thanks.” You smiled warmly at him as you took the clothes. “I won’t get makeup on this either.”

“I’m sure I wouldn’t mind if you did.” He shrugged it off. “It’d be a nice little reminder of you.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and let your eyes wander around Toms face, appreciating every line and freckle. He was awfully sweet, and you found that awfully compelling.

“Do you have any face wash?” You asked him, snapping out of your trance before you got pulled in too deep.

“I have soap.” He offered, pointing to a bottle of Dove on the counter.

“You’re such a boy.” You laughed and ran your fingers through your curls. “I’ll just leave this on then.”

“That’s not so bad. Your makeup looks really nice.” He said quietly as he kept his eyes low.

“Thanks. I’ll let my makeup artist know you like it.” You smirked at him as you walked towards the mirror, beginning to gather your hair in a ponytail.

“I’m not so sure it’s the makeup that I like.” He shrugged as he leaned against the doorframe. “It’s what’s underneath.”

“You think I’m pretty?” You asked a little insecurely, looking at him in the mirror as loose curls fell out of your ponytail to frame your face.

“I’ve thought you were pretty since I learned to spell “pretty.”” Tom chuckled, scratched the back of his neck as he shyly watched you.

“Aren’t you dyslexic? I’m sure it wasn’t that long ago.” You teased him endearingly.

“Hey.” He whined playfully. “How did you know I was dyslexic?”

“I might have googled you.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact as you applied some chapstick in the mirror.

“Did you now?” He asked, taking an even deeper interest in the conversation.

“I googled all the guests that were gonna be on the show.” You shrugged as a light blush painted your cheeks.

“Oh.” Tom nodded, looking away disheartened.

“Don’t sound too disappointed.” You laughed. “Your dyslexia didn’t show up on the first page of google. I did some digging on you.”

“Oh.” He said again in a completely different tone. This time, he was intrigued. You walked away from the mirror and met Tom in the doorway, leaning your arms against the frame as you smiled at him.

“I’m gonna get changed now.” You told him. “Save me a seat.”

“Okay.” He bit his tongue excitedly, giving you a once over before turned to walk to the bed.

“Wait, Tom?” You called putting for him once he was out of sight.

“Yeah?” He came back with concerned eyes. You smirked slightly as him before turning around and touching the back of your neck.

“Unzip me?” You asked, innocently batting your eyelashes at him. Toms chest tightened, feeling a shortness of breath before nodding his head. The way you were looking at him made him forget how to complete an action as simple as raising his hand, but a simple tug of your lips into a smile restored his confidence. He cleared his throat and snapped out of his trance, smiling shyly at you as he nodded.

“Sure.” He mumbled, hesitantly reaching up and grabbing your zipper. He slowly dragged it down your back, a blush painting his cheeks when the lacy black band of your bra was revealed. He pulled the zipper to the end, stopping at the bottom of your spine.

“Thanks.” You turned around slowly and shot him a wink.

“Anytime.” He answered, hoping his face wasn’t as red as it felt. He touched a cool hand to his cheek, trying to draw away some of the heat.

“I might have to take you up on that.” You shrugged a shoulder, knowing full well what you were doing. Tom caught the double meaning of your statement and felt his face redden from the bridge of his nose all the way to the tips of his ears. You smiled slyly at him before closing the door so you could change.

Tom put the disc in the DVD player and got settled on bed, awkwardly shifting the sheets as he waited for you to join him. It didn’t take long before he heard the bathroom door opening, doing a double take when he noticed you hadn’t bothered with the sweatpants he gave you. His eyes were glued to your bare legs that peeked out from the bottom of his hoodie as you made your way towards the bed.

“Nice stems.” Tom quoted a favorite movie of his as you sat on the bed next to him.

“I thought it might be a little too hot for sweatpants.” You said without looking at him, ostentatiously crossing your legs just to give Tom another look.

“I see.” He gulped, sneaking glances at you every now and then as the movie started.

A few silent moments went by as you paid attention to the movie, not taking particular attention to the parts when Tom wasn’t on screen. His heart beat loudly in his ears as that scene in the alleyway came on, keeping a close eye on your reaction. He heard you suck in your breath when the suit slid off, feeling a twinge of pride as an impressed look crossed your face. You scooted a little closer to Tom, running nervous fingers through your curled hair.

“Well damn.” You laughed shyly. “I’ve never seen someone look as good out of a suit as they look in it.”

“Was that a compliment?” Tom looked at you cheekily. “Are you complimenting me, darling?”

“Would you be mad if I was?” You asked softly. The corners of Toms mouth tugged into a smile as he scooted closer as well.

“Not at all.” He shook his head, the movie long gone from his mind. You took this as an opportunity to move even closer to Tom, your hips touching each other now as your bare legs tangled with his clothed ones. You twisted a little in place, leaning into his side as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” You whispered, rubbing his arm gently as you looked up at him.

“Darling, this is just fine.” He answered, resting a hand on your knee and rubbing it gently with his thumb.

“Good.” You smirked, cuddling into his side and resting your head in the crook of his neck. Tom kept his eyes on you, feeling like he was gonna wake up any moment from what surely was a dream. Your attention snapped to him, making him jump a little as you made eye contact.

“Stop staring.” You scolded playfully. “I’m trying to pay attention.”

“Sorry. Sorry.” Tom chuckled, moving his arm so he could wrap it around you and hold you closer. You stayed like that for the rest of the movie, just enjoying the embrace of a stranger who really wasn’t that strange at all.

~

“What did you think? Did you like it?” Tom asked as he walked you to the elevator once the film had ended. You had your arm linked in his, wearing his sweatpants now as your evening together was coming to an end. He walked slowly, trying to draw out his time with you.

“I didn’t watch it.” You chuckled as you answered honestly. “Any of it.”

“Then what have you been doing the last two hours?” He wondered.

“Looking at you.” You smiled shyly. “Only when you weren’t looking, of course.”

“That’s funny.” Tom mumbled as he brushed a curl off your face. “Because all the times you weren’t looking at me, I was looking at you.”

You reached the elevator and felt a sadness in your heart, knowing this was the end of an enchanting evening.

“I promise I’ll watch your movie when I get home.” You told him as you waited for the elevator to come. “And all your other movies. I might stalk you on Instagram too. Do you have Twitter?”

“I do.” He nodded. “If you follow me, I might react the same way I did in that home video you saw. Maybe even worse.”

“I wish I could see that. I bet it’s even cuter now than it was back then.” You smiled, trying to prolong the conversation as much as you could. The elevator dinged, signaling that it was there, but you didn’t budge. You just pressed your back against the wall next to it and looked at Tom as you spoke.

“I bet it’s just as lame though.” He shrugged, playing with one of the ties on the hoodie.

“I think it’s sweet.” You said softly, putting your hand over his. “I think you’re sweet.”

A radiant smile lit up Toms face as he looked down, feeling fireworks in his chest going off with your words. He placed his hands on the wall on either side of your head, leaning forward and fitting his face into the crook of your neck to conceal his blush. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug and letting it linger to say goodbye.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna need your number so we can arrange a time for me to get this hoodie back to you.” You said as you pulled apart, keeping on hand on his shoulder as he hovered over you.

“You see, I’m torn darling.” Tom shook his head. “I want you to keep the hoodie but I also want to see you again.”

You bit your bottom lip and held out your hand, gesturing that you wanted him to hand you something.

“Give me your phone.”

“Okay.” Tom agreed as he pulled it out of his pocket, not even questioning why you needed it. You took his phone from him, smiling at the picture of him and his friends that he used as his background.

“I put my number in.” You told him as you handed it back. “Use it.”

“I will. I promise you I will. I just have to gawk at it for a few hours first until every thing that happened tonight really sinks it.” He joked, making you laugh loudly as the elevator dinged again, rushing you were you just weren’t ready yet.

“Are you gonna come down with me?” You nodded towards the elevator, wanting every second with him you could get.

“After you.” Tom held the door open so you could step inside, going in shortly after you.

“I had a really good time tonight.” You said once the doors closed. “I said that already but, you know, I mean it.”

“So did I.” Tom nodded, sneaking glances at you as the floors climbed down, going much faster than he liked. “A really, really good time.”

“Thanks for letting me come over.”

“Thanks for existing or whatever.” Tom mumbled as he scratched behind his ear and averted his eyes. You giggled happily, giving him one last look as you reached the lobby. The elevator doors opened, but you didn’t get out. You hit the button that closed the doors and turned to Tom, ignoring the confused look on his face as you rested your hands on his chest.

“You know, since you’ve so kindly gifted me your hoodie, it’s only fair I leave you with something.” You suggested with a sultry smile.

“Trust me, darling. The memories are enough for me.” He said as he shyly rested his hands on your hips. You moved your hands further up his chest, letting them rest on his shoulders as you pressed up against him.

“Then let’s make one more.” You whispered, looking between his eyes and his mouth before connecting his lips to yours.

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